Ethan Miller And Olivia Novel Novels & Stories

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?”

he said, his tone laced with clarification. Celia waved him off, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Ryan, you’ve been giving orders since you were a kid. Why would you change now?" She turned to me, her expression softening. "So, tell me, what’s your name, sweetheart?" "Olivia," I answered, keeping my tone polite. "Pretty name. How old are you, Olivia?" "Um, nineteen," I replied, feeling her curious gaze bore into me. “I'm an Omega."

“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.

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.

*** Lucian's POV: I got to the house, it was quiet, alarmingly quiet, i couldn't see Olivia around, Valerie too. “Olivia!" “Little wolf!" I got no reply. Panicking, I sprinted up the stairs to her room, opening the door in haste. Olivia was standing in the middle of the room. Water dripping down her long strands, a towel was wrapped around her, as she dried her hair with another one. I gulped. She looked at me wide eyed.

“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.