Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

Chapter twenty-three As Claudia hugged me she asked, "Have you told him yet?" "I wanted to but then he proposed. I'm doing it tonight or tomorrow," I said She smiled and nodded her head before kissing my head and pulling away. "Who the gold digger?" A girl asked standing at the door "She's not a gold digger. This is Olivia the girl I talked about," Claudia said "Oh, you mean the nanny who got in your son's pants?" The woman who held Emily said

Lucas looked in the direction of the voice and noticed it was a lady, giving off an aura of a fairy, flying toward the main stage. “My name’s Olivia Phillips, from the Aqua Nimbus Organization!” Olivia was a Rank 2 Transcendent Being but to Lucas, she was still a weakling. Lucas smiled faintly, and said to Olivia, “You’re a lady and I am thinking you will be fine if you just get married. Why must you come out and reveal yourself? You think this is a joke?” Hearing it made Olivia’s pupils shrink, and her fair face revealed a cold expression. “I’ll make you experience what it means to regret!” Olivia said coldly.

That was when we saw Olivia. She stood a few steps away from the entrance, looking completely calm and composed, like she belonged there more than anyone else. Her posture was straight, her chin lifted slightly, and her outfit was so clean and elegant it almost hurt my eyes. She wasn’t trying too hard—she didn’t need to. Everything about her screamed high profile. Cynthia slowed her steps and leaned closer to me, lowering her voice. “Isn’t this one of the girls that follow the twins?” she whispered.

After dropping her tunic to the side of the bed, Olivia then took off the shorts she was wearing, leaving her in a sheer black brocade demi-cup bra matching her panties. Olivia sat back on Ignazio's lap. Ignazio's stillness made Olivia even more nervous. What should she do next? She looked at Ignazio as if asking for help, but he remained frozen in place, showing no signs of wanting to assist Olivia at all. "Sir..." Olivia whispered softly.

Though I lowered my voice for the next part. “Is our agreement still to your liking?” Olivia’s polite smile widened into her infamous, venomous smirk. “Concerned, are we?” I ignored the jab – mostly because she hit the nail on the head. “I hear you’re spending an awful lot of time with the Luna of Midnight.” Out of the corner of my eye, Kincaid took a sip of champagne. Olivia examined her nails as if she were bored. “You’re welcome.” I fought to keep my eyebrows from bunching in confusion. “Excuse me?”

She leaned back elegantly, legs crossed, her posture exuding power. “Hello, Mr. Ex-Fiancé.” Her voice dripped with mockery. Beside her, Olivia sat slumped against the wall, tied and gagged. Her wide, terrified eyes darted between them. Nirvana lifted a knife, pressing the cool metal under Olivia’s chin with a smirk. “Hey, look, Olivia. It’s the traitor.” She pushed to her feet, her movements slow, deliberate. Standing tall, she adjusted her dress as though preparing for a runway. Adrian's gaze swept over her with disdain.

However, his eyes scanned the room restlessly, looking for Olivia's figure, while also—unconsciously—making sure there was no maroon dress among the sea of people. At the end of the red carpet, on a small podium decorated with white lilies and crystals, Olivia stood. The woman looked like an angel. A champagne gown encrusted with delicate sequins draped her slender body modestly and elegantly. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun, leaving her long neck impeccably clean. A stark contrast to Kania which is wild, messy and full of danger. Olivia is a quiet pier, where Arka is supposed to dock. But why did his lips still feel hot from the storm he had just left behind?

"It seems she's talking about a type of character in novels—the type of man that would treat women domineeringly. It seems to have gone out of style recently." Wayne finally understood what he meant. "And what's in style now?" "Mr. Maxwell, I wouldn't know. I don't read novels. How would I know what's trending?" Wayne stroked his chin. "Do I speak very weirdly?" He didn't think anything was wrong with how he spoke. That woman was probably just acting out. "Hey, you…" Olivia set aside the bandages and the medical supplies. She picked up a pair of scissors. "Ophelia. That's my name."

“I guess I can’t expect to walk out of here.” “Why not?” “Really?” Olivia laughed and ignoring the burn from the liquid threw the liquid back in one gulp. “Because I know you killed him. I am a witness.” She shook her head. “I am Antonio’s daughter.” “I don’t hurt women,” Cassandra said. Olivia scoffed. “Tell that to the women you have in that brothel of yours.” She clapped a hand over her mouth and stared at Cassandra.

Both Artemis and Oliva had their hair tied up, and their wills steeled up, were now standing inside the ring. Dollar Twenty smiled when she saw the two stepping inside the ring, "On one side we have the 23-years-old Olivia Richards, the daughter of the honorary clan elder, Mr. Adam Richards of the Phoenix Gods. Miss Olivia Richard has been trained by her father all her life and is known by her peers to have a great talent for swordsmanship. Her skills are even acknowledged by Mr. Dev Bakshi."