Amanda Rollins And Olivia Benson Novels & Stories

Her stomach twisted at the thought of lying, but the alternative seemed equally unbearable. ** The next morning, Olivia awoke to chaos. Her phone was flooded with messages, and every news channel seemed to be covering the same story. Grabbing her phone, she saw the latest headline: “Ethan Cole Breaks Silence: ‘Leave Olivia Hart Alone’” Her heart stopped. Clicking on the article, she read Ethan’s brief but powerful statement. “The rumors surrounding Olivia Bennett are baseless and harmful. I will not tolerate the defamation of her character. Respect her privacy.”

Suddenly, Amanda broke down in tears. "Tobias, I'm sorry! I've really learned my lesson! That should've been my place! I'm Amanda! I'm your wife! Please, give me some money! I'll take anything! Just enough food to survive!" Olivia frowned. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and positioned herself in front of me before calmly signaling to the nearby security guards. "Ma'am, please stop harassing my boyfriend." The guards immediately rushed over and dragged Amanda away like a sack of trash.

she murmured. Keeping the baby meant raising the child alone. But the thought of giving up her child was impossible. This little life inside her was the only thing she had left. Suddenly her phone buzzed on the table. It was a news notification. Amelia opened it slowly. A photo appeared on the screen. Ethan Carter was standing beside Olivia Bennett outside a luxury restaurant. Olivia’s arm was wrapped around his. Both of them were smiling at the cameras. The headline read: “Billionaire Ethan Carter and Actress Olivia Bennett Confirm Their Relationship.”

Xoxo From that selfish friend, Amanda. This letter is an emotional one, it's now Olivia's duty to take care of Claire now. I could see tear stains on the letter, It would have been very hard for Amanda. Amanda had to travel for a two-year course. I understand Amanda wants a better life for her daughter. Olivia walked into another room in the old apartment. I dropped Claire and followed her. Olivia is face down crying. She's probably wondering how she will take care of Claire while working in the mansion.

"I really do believe this could be a mutually beneficial partnership." Stiffly, I nodded, tearing my gaze from Amanda. "Of course." I sat and listened next to Carl drone on through the hour as if he'd been drugged. Something about numbers, projections-occasionally Amanda had to inject an appropriate comment, articulate, composed in ways so unlike the Olivia that was. Olivia would fidget, hiked sleeves, dashing sideways glances, flashing that impish grin. And yet-when she spoke, her voice was a blade to me with every word.

“How can you even say that? Aren’t we her friends? Olivia is the one standing in the eye of this storm, and you’re talking about protecting yourself?” He looked at them and urged. “We all should help Olivia." Tina raised a skeptical brow. “And why are you so involved, Benjamin? You’re Beta Andrews’ son. It’s hard not to see a connection.” “You’re wrong. This has nothing to do with my father or Beta Marcos. Olivia’s asking for your help because she trusts you, not because of some political power play.” Benjamin still retorted as he searched for the right words, but I touched his arm, shaking my head. “Don’t,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

Or rather, because Olivia was standing there, and the mere thought of me having someone else by my side annoyed her. "I don't know how long you've known Ayva, but she and I go way back," Amanda said, and in that instant, Olivia locked eyes with me, silently questioning, 'Is this the Amanda you mentioned?' Almost immediately, I felt Olivia attempting to move from behind me. Knowing what Olivia was capable of, I quickly stopped her by holding her hand. “Ayva, do you remember that time I fed Mrs Benson’s dog chocolate but you took the blame for it for me because you knew you wouldn’t be scolded?”

Together, we formed a band, bound by our shared hatred for the Firestorm Alpha. We lived in hiding, preparing to strike when least expected, always moving, always planning. My role as leader was not one I took lightly. Every decision I made was calculated, every move was made to bring us closer to our ultimate goal which is the death of Alpha Jethro. “Olivia” I heard a voice called out and I turned to see Micheal, Micheal is also one of my teammates but we are best of friends, I am only a year older than him. I had rescued Micheal from some wild wolf when he was younger, after his both parents were murdered by Alpha Jethro, Michael has this unwavering trust in me since then, Micheal walked

Jake asked, obviously annoyed by my sudden change of mood. "Hello dear," Pollen smiled at me. She pushed her phone into her handbag before turning to Jake. He was oblivious of the entire situation happening before him. As she scanned him up and down, I was plotting ways to choke her in the bathroom without anyone knowing. Who was her to look at my little brother with hungry eyes as if I am not here? She had Sebastian, didn't she? "Hello to you too, " she flirted. Wait! Did she just flirt with him? Nah-ah! Not Jake! "Amanda, you never said anything about liking younger boys."

Once the convoy of luxury cars sped into the villa, all eyes fell on Rod Benson as he alighted amidst his well-suited security. At the time Opula was in her chamber, all to herself, her gaze on Rod’s photo and wishing things would turn out well for them, when she saw Rod alighting form his car. “Oh my goose! Is that not Rod Benson? Why is he here?” she asked herself, clutched his photo to her bust as she stared at Rod advance into their villa.