Bgc Sarah Oliver Novels & Stories

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

CHAPTER 4: I can take care of myself Sarah arrived at the school premises and hurried into the large hall. A quick glance at her wristwatch told her that she had managed to arrive on time. She spotted Benicio in the front row with a camcorder in his hands, ready and waiting to record every moment of the twins' career day. Benicio Hawthorne was Cara's older brother, who had become Sarah's closest friend, ally, and confidant. He was also the owner and CEO of Soar Aviation.

I flinch, "Sorry, I just wanted to know who you were on the phone with." She glares at me, "Mike Johnson, friends with Oliver Eppson, the music producer! I'm this close," she pinches her thumb and index finger together, "to getting Sebastian into one of Oliver's party's this week in North Carolina." I'm a bit overwhelmed. "But wait, what about the lunch today?" Sarah looks like she doesn't know what I'm talking about until it hits her. "Oh, that. Look, I can't risk missing a call from Mike or even Oliver so you're going to have to go in my place."

But he wasn't alone. Sarah sat comfortably in one of the chairs, her arms folded triumphantly across her chest. The smug curve of her lips widened the instant Olivia entered, as though she'd already won. “Dr. Hilton, this won't take a while. Please, have a seat.” Olivia did as instructed without sparing Sarah another glance. The room fell into a tense silence. Sarah was the first to break it. “I'll make this simple.” She leaned forward confidently. “I want Dr. Olivia Hilton removed from my grandmother's case.”

"It's Nathaniel. We had a conversation, and... it didn't go well. I just need someone to talk to, Sarah." Sarah, who knew of Olivia's complicated relationship with Nathaniel, offered a comforting tone. "Of course, Olivia. I'm here for you. Tell me, what happened." With Sarah's comforting presence on the other end of the line, Olivia began to share the details of her conversation with Nathaniel. She recounted her feelings, the depth of her emotions, and the pain she had experienced when he reminded her of their contract marriage.

And at the center of it stood Sarah. She wasn’t trying to be the center of attention. She simply was. Her laughter rose bright and effortless, cutting through the noise like sunlight. Something in Oliver’s chest stirred, small, cautious, but alive. Hope. He moved toward her before he could overthink it. Sarah wore an oversized sweater and worn in jeans, comfortable in her own skin. When she noticed him approaching, her expression softened immediately. “Hey! You’re Oliver, right?” Her voice carried easily over the crowd.

“I’ll have to introduce you to my brother Oliver, he plays guitar too.” I can’t figure out what she’s angling for. Most of my blood supply has headed south, which doesn’t help. I’m glad I’m glad I’m sitting down. The table between us hides the more obvious physical effect she#s having on me. “I’m pretty bad… wait. Oliver, de Montfort? Like the actor?” We didn’t have a movie theatre at Shining River, but we did have a television. “Exactly like that. He is the actor,” Sarah says, the challenge back in her gaze.

It wasn't a thing, but someone. Arias of Shadowfen. “Oliver, apologies.” His voice prickled at the back of my neck. “I didn't see you coming.” “Right.” I grumbled, eyeing him from the thick fringe of my eyelashes. My gaze lifted slightly, the sharp cut of his jaw being the first thing I noticed, followed by the smooth curve of his lips and then I was met with golden-brown. The smell of citrus and wood engulfing me from every angle. I made to step away from him, and head towards down to my bedroom when he placed his hand on my chin, lifting my face to his.

"Really? Have you also investigated why you've been utterly unable to uncover any trace of Sarah's real identity due to her immense technological prowess?" "What do you mean by that?" I inquired, arching an eyebrow. "President Cornell!" The guard barked out a warning, his voice raised in alarm. "I'll offer you a single clue, and that's all... Sarah Mitchell is a top-tier graduate of the prestigious Crestwood University. She's a highly skilled and exceptionally talented computer software engineer—devastatingly good at covering her tracks. That is precisely why you've found unearthing any evidence of her existence impossible. She has mastered the art of ensuring no trace is left behind." Madam