Ethan Miller And Olivia Novel Novels & Stories

And then I looked at Ethan—his scarred, beautiful face, the quiet storm behind his eyes, the steadiness of his hand in mine. "No," I said calmly. "Let her see us." She approached, as we both knew she would. "Amelia," she said smoothly. "Ethan. How perfectly quaint." I smiled, sugar-sweet. "Isn’t it?" She glanced down at my heels. Her mouth twitched. "New shoes?" "A gift," I said, squeezing Ethan’s hand. "From someone who sees me." Ethan raised an eyebrow. "We were just heading to that rooftop café. Care to join us?"

Wait is she talking about Tolu? Could she be? She can't. No. "Mia is pregnant? Did she find her mate?" Anele gasped. "So Mia here has already found herself in a relationship!" Davina exclaimed. "No way. That is impossible." Anele whispered and I internally picked offence. So I was more likely to get pregnant than to be in a proper relationship? "Congratulations Mia! I am so happy for you!" Elna said with a large, childlike grin on her face.

He quickly looked away and back to the girl and her brother. He saw that Ella and Jace had Elliot petting the horse now. They were back on track for what they were supposed to be doing. “I think we're good here,” he said. But, his curiosity got the best of him. “What's your name?” “I'm Ivy,” the girl replied with a smile. “This is my brother Dallas.” “It's a pleasure to meet you both,” Ethan said, trying to ignore the tightness in his chest. These were Laura's siblings. The woman he was trying very hard to avoid. “Thank you for your offer of help.”

Liam asked, demanding an explanation from us, I didn't even understand any of what was happening, then how was I supposed to explain it to someone else? "I don't know yet bro, we're not in the city right now, but I guess that someone wants to drag me through the mud again, I don't know why yet, but I know who is behind it all," Ethan explained to him, still keeping his eyes on the road. "Well, who is it? Who is doing this again? This is bad press for us." Liam explained. "Who else? It's Mr Miller of course." I said to him. "Did you guys have an altercation again?" Liam asked, wanting to know what had happened again.

“What did you do? This better not be what I think it is because if it is, you are going to regret it. I am going to ask you for the last time. WHERE IS JESSICA?” "Not here," Olivia said. I actually looked at her properly. Brown hair. Pale. Small. Wearing some old black dress that had clearly seen better decades. “Oh. Are you looking at my clothes? I changed into this last night after eating. Sandwich.” "I am a joke to you? Who the hell are you! What were you doing on my bed?" I said again. "Olivia Morgan. I'm Jessica's sister." The room swayed and I grabbed the bedpost. My shirt was untucked, my shoes were still on, and I looked exactly as bad as I felt.

Do you think Gamma Maeve actually knows that Mae is my sister? Impossible, Yara replied firmly. Nobody from this pack knows who we really are. Stop overthinking. Olivia’s gaze shifted to the side of the bed, landing on the rumpled slip of paper sitting on the nightstand. She could never mistake Paula's scrawny, jagged handwriting. When the guard had brought the note earlier, Olivia turned her down immediately simply because she had zero physical strength left to deal with Paula's toxicity. What if she actually had something important to say? Olivia murmured to her wolf.

After every sentence, silence. Only the sound of the machine. Olivia got tired. Rested her head on Ethan’s bed. : 9:00 PM. NIGHT. BROKEN HEART* Dim light. Olivia checked Ethan’s BP. It was dropping. She called the nurse. The nurse gave an injection. "He’ll be fine." The nurse left. Olivia was alone again. She took Ethan’s hand in both of hers. Kissed it. "...I’m tired, Ethan..." "...everyone thinks I’m a thief..."

"Keep your distance, Mr. Rothwell. Be professional." Ethan didn't stop. He closed the remaining space between us, stepping so close that his broad chest nearly brushed my shoulders, trapping me completely against the door. The familiar scent of his expensive cologne swept over me, thick and suffocating. He leaned in, his gray eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying, unyielding intensity. "I know you like playing games, Olivia," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "But this cannot be one of them."

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

•••• Olivia's POV I couldn't help but smile as I read the texts from Dante. We had been sneaking around for two weeks now, and it was exhilarating. We had agreed to keep it a secret, at least for now, to avoid any confusion or drama. But it was hard to keep my excitement contained.