Ethan Miller And Olivia Novel Novels & Stories

“Nova group said she drowned herself last month, how does that even make sense?” “Liam’s ex is back and she’s married to his uncle, This is insane!” Theo extended his hand, I took it and he pulled me close, and turned back to the crowd. “Everyone… meet my wife. Mrs. Olivia Rockwell.”

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

She turned off all the lights and went upstairs to check on Eli. She got into bed and stretched out, taking a deep breath in. She still entertained some desire for him, but they had their chance together and they’d blown it. Dean was strictly off limits. The morning sunlight filtering through the curtains announced Sunday morning. Olivia lay in her bed. Thoughts of Dean had kept her tossing and turning all night. Thoughts of Jack somehow discovering he has a grandson hadn’t helped. She did not know how Jack might use that information, but she knew too well not to underestimate the evil of Jack Grayson.

She didn't even shut down. I checked through her recent pages, f******k. Seriously, Olivia has a Face-book account. I got an idea, I can get her username and send her friend request when I get back home. I opened the page, went through her news feed. "Goodnovel writers and readers." I read out the first post I saw, I blinked my eyes. Does Olivia write, no. She was probably one of the readers. I know she loves reading books, that explains why she was on Goodnovel group chat.

Contrary to Ethan's desire for Ula to get angry and argue, she calmly said: "I'm married to you. So, this is also my home. Husband and wife must live together; that is obvious." After saying that, Ula turned away without paying any attention to Ethan's stunned reaction or what he was about to say. Ula's smart answer truly surprised Ethan. As for Ethan, in the face of Mila's (Ula's) unexpected willingness to cooperate and obediently follow his orders, he felt suspicious once again. Ethan believed that Mila (Ula) was plotting something, or she was afraid of violating the contract and feared his revenge. Initially, Mila (Ula) insisted on leaving, but when threatened by him, she changed her mind

"Yeah?" "Marcus. It's me,” Ethan said, and I had to resist the urge to gag. I hadn't heard from him in weeks. Not since the Santorini incident, when I screamed insults at Emily and told her I wanted a divorce. Even at the office, I made sure to avoid him as much as possible. And now, it seemed my peace and quiet was over. "What do you want?" I asked. "I have some news, and I thought you should hear it from me,” he said. “Olivia's pregnant."

She was writing things no one else could know. Things that were true. Ethan walked in quietly, wearing his robe, his eyes soft but cloudy from the fog of his fading memory. He leaned over her shoulder. “What’s this?” His voice cracked, gentle but edged with unease. Olivia froze. She tried to close the document, but his hand pressed on her shoulder. “Don’t. Let me read.” She moved aside. His eyes scanned line after line. For a moment, he looked young again, strong, sharp. Then he slammed his fist against the desk. “Olivia… this is us. Every word. How do you know these details?”

“You were quick to pass judgment on Olivia because she’s an omega. That’s not justice. That’s cowardice.” The crowd murmured in agreement, heads lowering in shame. Matt, however, wasn’t finished. His fists clenched at his sides, and his face twisted in fury. “So what?” he spat. “She’s just an omega! If she hadn’t resisted me, none of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t have needed to lie.” Rage bubbled under my skin, but I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay silent. I couldn’t afford to lose control. Matt fumbled for his phone and held it up triumphantly. “Here!” he shouted, thrusting it into the air. “You want the truth? Look at this! A picture of Olivia with her sugar daddy! That’s why I was

“Nah. I’ve seen countless jealous pricks come here begging for my help against the Winchesters and I know them by heart. I do not know you. I have never seen you before so I’m asking again sugar tits, who the fuck are you?” Her blue eyes storm with more thunder, I’d be impressed if I wasn’t on the verge of losing my shit on her. “Olivia! Oli…via Montefalco… heiress to…to everything Montefalco.” Antonio Montefalco died? When? And when did he have a pretty granddaughter like her? or she could be the wife and Antonio could have been the sugar daddy, who knows? “What vendetta do you have with the Winchesters? Specifically Ryat Winchester?”

Mia snapped I chimed in before she could make another statement. “And is it not so normal that you know a Man like Lucas who is a billionaire, and the CEO of Pinnacle Holdings, maybe you must have tried to woo him in the past as usual.” I rolled my eyes at her and fixed them back on my food. I didn't understand why Lucas was silent and wasn't saying anything. “Oh shut the fuck up Olivia, look at your dear husband and ask him if he doesn't know me,” She thundered.