Novel & Cerita Author Olivia Cunning

Meanwhile. Olivia stood stunned at the door with her camera in her hand currently recording everything. A small smirk made its way at the corner of her and it soon turned into a grin. “Tsk, tsk. Poor Camila, I wonder how she'll feel once she hears this.” With this she quickly exited with a giggle. Mrs Russell

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

============= Olivia Herrington POV I smile walking out of the building I get into my car. I pull off the brunette wig. I shrug off the white shirt. I fix my tank top under it. I place my blonde hair in a messy bun. I shrug on a pair of skinny jeans and unzip the shirt. I throw it in the back. I shrug on a pair of sneakers. My phone rings. Thinking its Bridge, I answer. “Livia.” “Hey…” A familiar deep and soft voice causes me to pause.

Olivia stepped closer, her heels clacking against the polished floor, each step deliberate, like the countdown of a clock ticking toward detonation. “You think crawling into another woman’s marriage makes you special?” she spat, her voice rising. “You think warming a judge’s bed means you’re untouchable? No, darling. You’re not a leading lady. You’re just a cheap understudy.” Gasps. A nervous laugh from somewhere behind us. My throat burned. I wanted to scream, to fight back, to tell her she was wrong. But what if she wasn’t? What if there was truth buried under her venom?

'I've asked the two judges to remove Olivia's name from the list, she mustn't step foot in Havilah city, as her father and a member of the association, don't tell me you're unaware of what she is' * * * * The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* When Olivia regained her senses, there were two additional figures in her quarters and she smiled, they had really gone on a dangerous mission because there were additional scars on thier faces and thier skin was far from radiant. " You are back!" She squealed " We just got back,Pampered heiress, you missed me didn't you" Olivia nodded " Of course, I missed you " Eight snickered at Meek " I told you she would miss me, didn't I" " I missed you as well "

I stayed in the back, unrecognizable, pretending to be her assistant. “Name?” the lead executive asked without looking up. “Evelyn Vaughn,” Olivia said, nailing my tone and posture like she had been studying me for years. “Go ahead,” the exec said, leaning back in his chair. Olivia started the scene; a grieving woman turning vengeful. Her voice cracked at the right moments, her eyes filled with tears, then fire. She moved like she had done this all her life. The room was dead silent except for the sound of pens scratching.

Terrence turned. Olivia Reed stood in the doorway, carrying two cups of coffee and wearing a dark Team Quinton jacket over a wrinkled formal blouse. Her hair had escaped its careful arrangement from the banquet, and there was a faint streak of dust near her jaw. She looked tired enough to fall asleep standing, yet her eyes remained alert. Terrence glanced at the cups. “You brought coffee.” “I brought one coffee and one cup of something pretending to be coffee.” “Which one is mine?” “The one with no sugar.”

No attempt at concealment. Classic Julian. She'd never been one for shadows. "She's not being subtle," I said. "Julian's never subtle." Olivia sat across from me, her arms folded tight across her chest. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, and there were lines of exhaustion around her eyes that hadn't been there a week ago. "She's theatrical. Everything she does is calculated, but she wants you to see the calculation. She wants you to know she's coming so you spend every moment between now and then imagining what she'll do."

Without waiting for her reply Matilda hung up . Few hours later " You look stunning bestie !". Matilda squeeked excitedly ,her friend would have made a great model if not for her height . Olivia is not short but she's not just that height that models are meant to have . Olivia blushed lightly at how beautiful she looked ,she wore the dress Matilda bought for her as a birthday present , a short sleeveless black gown with flowery patterns all over it , she wore her only heels that's almost worn out ,it was her 20th birthday gift from her mum and carried one of matilda's purse that's matching the nude colour heels she is wearing .

Camila enquired "You said, Olivia is not so bright right?" she asked and Camilla nodded a yes "Good, she is the key," she said "How?" Camila asked "Use her to get into the house and let him see how better you are than the lady he married. Through Olivia, become a friend and you will win him over," she suggested "You are right. I need to let him see me," Camila agreed. Back at Ethan's apartment, Olivia was going through the house rules given to her by Mrs Carter so she doesn't make a mistake. She found a place to keep the paper she had written the rules on so her husband doesn't see it. She went to the kitchen and met with the cook