Alex Cabot Olivia Benson Novels & Stories

, she said laughing out loud. “Quincy, did I tell you Isabella now runs dad's company? “ Olivia asked “not yet olivia, guess we haven't gotten there, it's been a rollercoaster of gist”, she responded. “She is the CEO of Bennet Buildings”, Olivia said “You two should have fun, I need to get somethings from my room quickly”, I said and hurriedly went to my room to pick. In no time, I came out and hastened to leave

Robert beckons us toward the massive feast that has been prepared. David sits at the head of the table, with Robbert on one side and Sara on the other. Kylie is next to Robbert with Ashleigh on her other side. Everyone else files onto the table, Oliver and I sit on one end of the table not wanting anything to do with his father. Low conversation is still going as we all help ourselves to the massive feast in front of us. Oliver sitting next to me chats away with Alex as Meghan and I bond over our love for hikes and simple homemade crafting ideas.

"This is uh…interesting." Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I hug my cardigan closer to my body. "Women have a choice, Deborah. They can be appealing or they can be you," Olivia says again. "I like this cardigan," I mutter with a small nervous smile. "Oh really. So would my great-great-great-great grandmother," Olivia snickers. "Caleb is hot, you're not. Caleb is rich, you're poor. We're in. You're out. Repeat that to yourself when you go home crying to your greasy pillow." Caleb snickered silently at Olivia's words.

The maid responded, “you’re not the preppy witch I picked you out to be.” She left the room after. Olivia glanced around with her new clothes all being organized all over the room and then her eyes lit up in wonder—Why would the maid mistake her for a preppy witch in the first place? ********** Meanwhile in the study, Alex flung over the pages of the ledger on his desk. A line of frustration crowned its way on his temple as he went over the books. None of his men opened up to messing with the shipment which came in earlier today, not even with their chopped fingers and threats to make them eat it.

What about Olivia? ***

I blinked and turned my head toward her, still dazed. “Do you want to meet him again?” she asked softly. My lips parted before my brain could stop them. “Yes,” I breathed. She burst out laughing, I blinked, snapped back into the room, cheeks burning. “That man you kissed,” Olivia said, rubbing her temples, “Is Alexander Hunt. The most ruthless man I’ve ever worked for. He changes women more often than his clothes.” Her voice was firm, like she needed me to hear the raw truth, whether I was ready for it or not.

Alexander was so perplexed by Olivia’s behavior. Since her mother died last year she was acting out terribly. “My darling Janet, how I miss you. How am I going to do this without you. Olivia needs you to show her how to become the lady of Isles.” Alexander thought sadly. He lowering his head for moment in thought of his Bonnie wife . Her beautiful brown hair framing her sweet feminine features. Blue eyes that look like the deepest ocean. When she smiled her dimples would show her gentleness. Her frame while not being thin was not heavy either. She had a perfectly rounded figure. She cared herself with a confidence that was beyond her years.

he trailed off, his eyes darting towards me. I quickly lowered my gaze. I could feel his eyes on me. “No, this isn’t—” Olivia rolled her eyes. “Give it a rest, brother. We look so good. We already got the dresses; we might as well wear them. And we can’t change. I am not changing!” she yelled. She looked at me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “And by the way, Emma looks so good. Caleb, her childhood crush, will be here…”

“David will never divorce me, and he is far too easily blinded by his feelings. Olivia is nothing more than a wife who fled for another man. I’m recognised as David’s lawful wife now. All I need do is twist the truth, and David will hate her all the more.” Antonio leaned back on the sofa, his eyes narrowing. “Do not be overconfident. Olivia is not the sort to fall once and never rise again. I’ve studied her—she’s clever, with hidden strength, and she has Oscar Levine behind her. That is a grave problem. Surely you know who he is?” Bella snapped her head towards him. “Oscar? Who is he? Why is he so close to Olivia? He’s a powerful figure from America, isn’t he?”

Olivia thought. As Olivia gawked, Anathea introduced herself. "I'm Anathea Jacobson. I don't like being called 'Mrs. Sinclair' either." In that instant, a spark lit up in Olivia's eyes as if she'd found a kindred spirit. Grabbing Anathea's hand, Olivia asked with sudden excitement, "Are you saying your husband dragged you here to put on a show too?" "Too?" Anathea smiled meaningfully. So, this was the truth behind the famously loving Wesley and Olivia.