Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

She was about to snap, but Olivia spoke first, her face cold: “Can’t you watch where you’re going? Are you blind?” Olivia had an incredibly feminine appearance, but the moment she opened her mouth, all that softness vanished. Hearing this, Elaine guessed that Olivia had overheard her entire conversation with Cindy—and that she had bumped into Cindy on purpose. “You should be asking yourself that! How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?” Cindy retorted. Olivia looked her up and down. “Aren’t you Dave’s mistress? A nobody 18th-line actress? What other good identity could someone like you possibly have?”

Lady Winifred Huntington winked. data-p-id=2544914ad7606b8c2f166a25edd578f3,"Wini!" Olivia glanced at her fellow spinster in shock before letting out a completely out of character giggle. data-p-id=f36ded76e0dbc3680ab42da2db4f49ba,Her friend merely grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Wini was a year or two older than Olivia and a lot more scandalous. Olivia turned her attention back to Mr.Townshend and his splendid back.

he commanded us before leaving, his tone leaving no room for argument. A short break came after, and Hunter also excused himself from the judges' table. The two men disappeared behind the stage, clearly off to handle the aftermath of the wardrobe malfunction. "Classic, that's how you get revenge on a bitch," Olivia said, confirming that she had orchestrated the entire humiliating incident. "How could you do something like this to someone?" I asked, flabbergasted by her ruthless behavior. My mind was racing with disbelief and a sense of moral outrage. "How? I told you, Lily. I'll do anything to stop anyone from pursuing my men. If you think I'm the bad guy, then you're mistaken. You don't kno

I blinked, pushing away the dark thoughts, and followed the indicated direction. Olivia appeared during the break, a young woman — perhaps twenty-eight years old —, light brown hair tied in a low bun, some strands escaping and framing her face. Her smile was easy, welcoming, and she carried in her hands a notebook with children’s stickers on the cover. Exactly as in Rowan’s description. “Hello! I’m Olivia. You are…?” She extended her hand with kindness. “Emma.” I used the made-up name, shaking her hand firmly. “Emma Sullivan.”

“Their family has handed us the preliminary construction work. I want our end executed with precision.” Just as we stepped toward the elevators, a voice cut through the air like a sharp whistle. “Well, well. Look who’s playing boss today.” Olivia. Her heels clicked obnoxiously on the marble tiles as she strutted toward us in an ivory pantsuit that probably cost more than the last two months of payroll. “I hope you ladies know,” she began, flashing a faux-smile at the three women behind me, “that she’s not only an ex-convict but also engaged while shamelessly flirting with another man. Scandalous, isn’t it? Imagine the PR disaster.”

“I was hoping to find you here, “ I smile at Olivia and close the door carefully behind me. “I hope I am not interrupting anything. “ I say. As if I can interrupt anything she does. “Conor, I am so glad to see you. “ she gets up and comes to greet me. Olivia kisses one of my cheeks, then the other. “We live in the same hours, and it's’ surprising how rarely I get the chance to see you. “ Olivia says. “I am quite busy at the office. “ “Of course. Philip tells me the same. “ She looks marvellous as always. Olivia is wearing a creamy-coloured dress with nice, matching shoes, but not high- heels. Her hair has already been made and I catch the faint scent of her Chanel number 5 perfume. She is a

Olivia could only use her palm to gently spank her forehead in distress. "Yeah, I do. But I'm not interested; it sounds odd to me." Olivia refused, shaking her head and cringing at the thought of calling her gynecologist, sister-in-law. Olivia had met Claire back in high school. They were both the best students in different grades. Claire Collymore was popular for being an intelligent chemist. Her ability to define compounds and make mixtures and solutions in the laboratory was top-notch and unmatchable. whereas Olivia was known to be the brain with the installed scientific calculators. She could calculate the longest equation in the shortest duration.

she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

Suddenly Jennifer's voice was heard from inside the house trying to call out to Olivia who had been standing at the door staring blankly outside without saying a word. " Olivia, who is that? " asked Jennifer, as she made her way to the door, but then she was surprised when she saw Olivia staring at an old woman, for some reason, Jennifer felt something was off about her, the woman in front of her looked so beautiful and so elegant, despite her old age, one could mistake her for a member of the royal house.

“Laide, don't look so upset. Your father allowed you to narrow it down.” I turned and stared incredulously at my mother. “This isn’t a job interview. I’m not H.R. This is my life, my future. I should have more than a say in narrowing the field.” Olivia Montague pursed her lips. Her tone dripped with Southern charm, but her words were harsh and condescending. “Before you get yourself all worked up, remember that you did, dear. You chose Russell. Must we keep reminding you of that?”