Bgc Sarah Oliver Novels & Stories

She grabbed a throw blanket and draped it over Old Mr. Wilson’s legs like it didn’t matter, then sat across from Sarah. “You probably haven’t met me before, have you?” Olivia asked. Sarah shook her head. “No.” “I’m the Wilsons’ housekeeper. Olivia.” Sarah nodded once. “Never heard of you.” Olivia didn’t seem offended. She just smiled. “That’s normal. I’m not exactly someone people pay attention to.” “You were the one who called me?”

“As I mentioned earlier, Olivera was a beauty, and so it didn’t take us long to get acquainted with her. It didn’t take us long to get distracted by her. For when I and Mallory got distracted by the little girl, the woman disappeared.” Sarah continued, dabbing her eyes softly with the cloth material.

she continues, “you took me. A chosen mate. Safe. Acceptable.” Her voice cracks just slightly. I stare at her then, truly look at her. “You knew,” I say slowly. Her lips press together. “I suspected. I didn’t know about the rejection until tonight.” The silence stretches. “She’s here because Oliver asked her,” Sarah says. “Because our son trusts her more than he trusts you.” That cuts deep. King snarls in humiliation and anger. “She’s poisoning him against me,” I growled. “No,” Sarah replies firmly. “You did that yourself.”

Most would think a tattoo like that would look ridiculous on a man that age but he clearly was able to pull it off. Oliver greeted his brother and nephew with handshakes and then gave my mother a hug that seemed way too intimate but she didn’t seem to mind. He nodded to me and then looked over at Sarah. “Well, well, well, who do we have here?” Sarah still looked distracted. She kept looking back at Nate and then over at me. Sarah extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Sarah, thanks Oliver for letting me come along this weekend.” Oliver pushed her hand away. “Oh, now, we’ll have none of that. While you’re here you are, family, so I want you to call me Uncle Oliver like everyone else.” Then he pulled her

"I can cancel it now—" "You’ve done enough. I’ll deal with it. Send me the details," I said flatly and ended the call. Moments later, my phone pinged with a message from Oliver. "That was brash of her. But this could help you too," Sarah said, drawing my attention. "How so?" I asked, my irritation fading with each word she spoke. "He owes you a debt, doesn’t he?" she asked. I nodded, though she didn’t really need the confirmation.

She felt like going to bed earlier that day, since she spent the whole day with a terrible migraine. But as soon as she got out of the kitchen, Carter came to her with a puzzled expression on his face. "Sarah, there's a guy outside wanting to talk to you." Sarah frowned her brows. "Did he say his name?" Carter looked from one side to the other before answering. "He said his name is Oliver. Do you know him?" Sarah widened her eyes. She had completely forgotten about him. She slapped her forehead, blaming herself. "Oh, God, yes! I know him, don't worry. I'm going there right now," she turned in the direction of the hall, but Carter grabbed her arm gently, preventing her from moving forward.

"Please, Olivia... just tell me where Sarah is. I'll do anything; just please... don't keep her from me." Olivia's expression crumpled, her own eyes welling up with tears as she gazed at Elizabeth's distraught face. She reached out, her hand hesitating for a moment before coming to rest on Elizabeth's arm. "Elizabeth, I... I'll tell you," Olivia whispered, her voice barely audible. "Sarah is... she's with Nicholas. At Brindlemark, my mom's place. She's safe. Elizabeth. I promise you that." Elizabeth's sobs slowed, her eyes locking onto Olivia's as she processed the information. A glimmer of hope flickered to life within her, and she grasped Olivia's hand, her grip tight.

The elevator chimed, the heavy doors sliding open directly into the penthouse gallery. Before the doors had even fully retracted, "Mommy!" Oliver, his dark curls bouncing, threw himself forward. Sarah didn't care about her designer clothes or the exhaustion deep in her bones; she immediately dropped to her knees on the polished herringbone floors, catching him mid-stride. She handled his growing weight effortlessly, lifting him up as he wrapped his small arms tightly around her neck. Marcus watched the transformation on Sarah’s face. "Oh, look at you! Let me look at my big boy," Sarah laughed, pulling back just enough to pepper Oliver's cheeks with kisses while he giggled, squirming in her a

"Have I told you Sarah's pregnant?" The whole table reacted at once. "What?!" Elizabeth nearly dropped her fork. "Pregnant?!" Richard straightened in his chair. "And you're announcing it like that?!" Nate asked, stunned. Oliver burst out laughing, very pleased with himself. "Oh, no! Not Sarah, my fiancée. Mr. Brown's Sarah. The golden retriever." Everyone cracked up, the relief around the table almost tangible. Elizabeth swatted her son's arm as she laughed. "Oliver Carter, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

If I wasn’t already nervous for my mother's reaction, I’d have found that act very funny. “She doesn’t know?” Livie said accusingly. "No.” I replied swallowing. “What trip, Richard Marcus Sanders?” Mom asked again. Double shit, they had called me by my name twice in a space of forty minutes, this was a new record. “Well, you see, dear mother.'' I began persuasively “as you well know, Olivia’s birthday’s on Saturday and because I have to work I won't be able to be there, therefore, I proposed her to go to Santa Monica next week and spend the weekend there, and before you ask” I kept saying quickly when I saw her intention to interrupt “I spoke with his father and he said he was fine, but that