Novel & Cerita Ethan Miller And Olivia Novel

I growled, flashing her a fang, my eyes practically throwing daggers her way. “Aunt Aurelia,” Keyleth clasped her hands in front of her, walking slowly towards us. She squinted her eyes at me, when she noticed my expression. And then, ignored me, facing Aunt Aurelia completely. “I’m trying to get Oliver here to talk to his betrothed.” My aunt's eyebrows pulled together, then leveled. She tilted her neck to look at me, barely the same eye level. “That's not such a bad thing,” her hand darted out to smooth pieces of hair from my face. “Is it?”

"What do you want? I'm not exactly in the mood for small talk right now, so go on and say what it is that you want to say to me." Gabriella's smile grew wider as she placed the file on my desk. "I think you'll want to hear this, Mr. Wills," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "It's about Olivia. I did some digging and realized that she left this place with a man. One man came to pick her up before the Smiths came in, and she left with him and never came back to the firm until the next morning." My interest piqued, I raised an eyebrow. "A man?"

Ended wars. The room seemed to freeze around it. Nathan stepped forward. Every muscle in his body rigid. Every word precise. "You listen to me carefully." For the first time, even Mitchell went quiet. Nathan's eyes never left mine as he spoke. "Whatever happened to Olivia before she met me is none of your business." Mitchell laughed. "That's where you're wrong." "No." Nathan's voice dropped lower. "What's wrong is that you've mistaken obsession for love." Silence.

I said, returning to work. Yet he lingered. “I thought roses were your favorite. Why are you upset? Do you want something else?” he asked. My mouth parted. I couldn’t tell if this was boldness or sheer foolishness. Wasn’t he the same man who gave Sophie flowers yesterday? “Is your fiance aware? What do you want from me, Ethan? I do...” “I want you, Olivia,” he cut me off. “I know I messed up, but I’m beginning to realize my mistakes.”

“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.”

“Ethan would never do that. He's probably sleeping or something.“ No answer. Just gasps echoing through the room. Oops…. Seems like someone just shot herself in the leg. I bowed my head in shame even though I wasn't guilty. Complicated emotions spreading across my face. The officer wasn't done yet. He stepped closer to Marcus and handed him a paper. “He left a letter behind sir.“ Marcus's eyes were buried into the letter and after a moment, he raised his head, eyes blazing. “See, Ethan already confessed to the affair. He stated that he committed suicide out of guilt. What do you have to say for yourself, you whore?“ My world dashed away. Ethan is dead. And he confessed to an affair that neve

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 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."