Alex Cabot Olivia Benson Novels & Stories

Keeping them outside and away was Olivia’s number one priority. Alexandra looked at the other woman, stunned at her beauty. Yeah, she’d known that Olivia Foreman, formerly Olivia Jameson, was an ex-model. She’d seen Liv’s photos plastered across men’s magazine covers, and she’d also read about the horrific attack that had unceremoniously ended that career.

He couldn’t place the reason, but having Olivia around troubled his heart. “No reason, have fun,” Olivia said and turned around to return to the girls out back. Blake could only shake his head in wonderment. Women were very complex for him. Blake entered the limousine and directed the driver to the new Lotus Suites in the Capital. Tabitha had made a few calls; one was to Blake’s assistant, Susan Writtle. Tabitha made a meeting with her after lunch, and she agreed. As Tabitha was conducting calls to new clients for the entertainment company, Tabby was busy reviewing the final selections that she and Joslin had selected.

She hadn’t even seen receipts. “You’ve done your homework.” “I have.” “And what do you want in return, beyond the documents?” Olivia asked, adjusting her posture like it would protect her pride. “I want Carlton ruined. Publicly. Financially. Legally. And I want you to help me.” Olivia paused. Then smiled. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I want half the money upfront.” The woman leaned back in her seat. “Greedy. I like it.” She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. A man in a black suit approached with a tablet and a leather case.

“Christ, the fact that your fiancé sits through your bullshit and still wants to be chained to you for the rest of her life baffles me. I’m not here to fucking tell you to move on, I’m ordering you to do so. Your ex-mistress, ex-lover, ex-baby mama whatever she is to you, has William Sterling as a lawyer. Aside from a lawyer who’s got a lot of beef with us to bury you, she has a multi-billion-dollar company and enough fortune to wipe you out of existence if she wills it. To put it in a nutshell, Olivia Cabello happens to be the heiress of the Montefalco fortune and the most sought out single female in the States. She is not yours anymore.”

It was boring and unrelated to me. "I knew it," Olivia said as her eyes brightened. "We are kidnapped by the Jenson's. And do you know who they are?" Olivia asked again, waggling her eyebrows. Without waiting for my reply, she continued. "The Jenson's have a big family business! They are one of the richest billionaires in the whole wide world! You saw that old man downstairs, he's Alistair Jenson! The CEO of Jenson Holdings Inc. The largest company in the world of business. You don't know how much the company costs. It's more than a few hundred billions! He has a global chain of luxurious hotels, casinos and beach resorts. He even owns a fucking island by the name of Blue Pearl! How cool is

"Damn! I'm sorry. I was just— it's not a place to talk about all this" "No, please complete," Kane groans, sensing something unbearable to hear. Olivia sarcastically laughs. "That's common, you know. I'm overthinking. Actually, Miss Benson has some unique charisma to get her work done. No matter how weak her concepts are, David seems to be always impressed. He never stops talking about her. And Miss Benson is so dedicated to her job that she doesn't even hesitate to talk about work at midnight," she laughs. "You may think I'm crazy"

"Darling, what did she say to you? Is that her boyfriend or something? Is she cheating on you?" Olivia wanted to find something—just anything—that she could use against Cathleen. Maybe she could tell old Mr. Knight that Cathleen had been cheating on her husband. "Olivia, what happened between me and my wife is none of your business. Yeah?" Olivia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized that she had been unsuccessful in obtaining what she desired at the auction house. Xavier, on the other hand, was impatient to leave and eagerly pondered whether Cathleen would be spending the night at home or with her Italian boyfriend. He scanned the lavish hall, taking in the ornate chandeliers

Her eyes scanned down the VIP listing until they landed on the names slated for the main captain's table: Aaron Carter and his long-term socialite partner, Vanessa Whitmore. Olivia tapped her manicured nail against the screen, her eyes gleaming with absolute malice. "Well..." she whispered into the empty room, her smile widening into something truly dangerous. "This changes everything."

She was usually one of few words, she had a reputation for minding her own business most of the time and she certainly never thought she would have this much guts to speak to the alpha like he was much younger than her, but she cared for Cassandra, even if the woman didn’t understand what she was going through. With someone else, on another day, Caleb would have been mad at such blatant show of disrespect, save for his betas, no other pack member was allowed to give what he referred to as unsolicited advice and certainly not an Omega, but he was at his wits end at this point and was willing to grasp at anything that could somehow get him out of this fix he currently found himself, even advic

“What’s the matter?” “Chairman Plath, I heard that a woman keeps pestering Chairman Miller. Do you want me to chase her away?” Olivia winked at her. “I don’t want any favor fees, I just want to be the main actress in the new movie, The Guide.” Summer narrowed her eyes. ‘I was away from Sea City for some time. Of course, a smart woman like Olivia would know that there are women pestering Jasper.’ Olivia was a brilliant woman. The biggest difference between her, Isabella, and Scarlett was that she was very sensible. She knew how to step out and choose alternatives that benefited her when she knew she would not stand a chance.