Ethan Miller And Olivia Novel Novels & Stories

The feline had meowed in protest, its small face pressing into Olivia’s trembling hand as if sensing its mistress's unrest, before she was taken away. Elena had given her a look, soft, knowing—but hadn’t asked questions. She suspected that Olivia’s trip to her husband’s office to request her freedom had not gone as planned. She decided not to ask the younger woman; she already had so much on her hands, coupled with the last attack on her—the fall down the stairs. Olivia had appreciated that. There were already too many questions in her head. She pushed open the door to her bedroom, expecting the usual. Stillness. A bed made too perfectly you would not see a single crease or line in the prist

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

“She’s leaving under your roof for free and spending your money. It doesn’t seem right, whether or not she’s sleeping with you. Why didn’t you just take your son’s from her and pay her a little something to get her off your back? ‘Excuse me! Was he implying that I, Olivia Miller, am a gold digger? Not behind my back, but right in my face! He doesn’t even have any fricken regard for me! What the heck! How dare he!’ My polite smile dropped to a thin line. “Contrary to what you think, Olivia isn’t lazing around and leeching off me. She’s my cook and does an exceptional job; she takes care of my children; and she is a wonderful company. And despite the conditions that brought us together, I’m gl

"Alright, babies, mummy has some work to do, Okay? No fighting or biting." "Okay." They answer both, and I follow the maid out of their playroom. ** * Matteo D’Amico [Olivia will be coming back next month. Most likely for her wedding, and I can confirm she will be coming with the children.] The text from Christopher was unexpected. He wasn’t even sure how his brother came across information that his men weren’t able to come up with, but he was grateful. [Grazie mille] (thank you very much)

“Because… I haven’t yet.” She narrowed her eyes like she was studying me. “Do you have a husband.” “No.” “Do you have a boyfriend.” “No.” She blinked slowly. “So you’re just Mia.” I swallowed. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “Just Mia.” Lily nodded, satisfied, as if that was the best answer. Ethan walked in from the porch then, snow dusting his shoulders. He looked between us. “What did you ask her,” he asked Lily. Lily shrugged. “If she’s just Mia.”

Later that night, back at the penthouse, Olivia changed into her nightgown and curled up on the couch, phone in hand. She dialed her mother’s number, unable to keep the excitement to herself. “Mama?” she said as soon as the line connected. “Olivia! How are you, my darling?” “I’m happy, Mama.” Her voice trembled slightly. “You wouldn’t believe tonight. There were so many people, cameras everywhere, but Sebastian never left my side. He introduced me to everyone as his wife. He even gave me a diamond necklace!”

" I'm not a murderer. It was all a set up by my girlfriend Althea Grace Miller. She tried to murder my ex girlfriend out of jealousy so how is it my fault? I have Said this countless times, I am not a murderer..." He spoke angrily, his voice rigid while he slightly banged on the table. " That's nothing to get upset about Mr Williams. Although, I'm curious to know if you would want to help this Althea you talked about since she is your girlfriend and you might want to do anything for love..." Oscar's anger took a different dimension. Mayra knows that if Mr Huo doesn't stop with his silly questions, Then Oscar might do something stupid, resulting to the cancellation of the partnership.

"What the fuck, man?" Ethan glared at him. "It wasn't me." "Oh, let me tell you," I volunteered. Everyone looked at me. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I actually wanted to tell a funny story. My mood had shifted the moment Olivia appeared on that rooftop with my godson. I wasn't stupid enough to believe the pain was gone. It wasn't. It was still there, buried beneath the laughter, waiting for some memory to bring it rushing back. Maybe tonight.