Ethan Miller And Olivia Novel Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Mia. I don't know what I'd do without you." As the two friends held each other, Evelyn couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, with Mia's unwavering support, she could navigate the complexities of this arrangement with Ethan Maverick and uncover the man beneath the carefully constructed facade.

It's been…an adventure, that's for sure. Brian smiled wryly. "Oh, I'm sure Kellan keeps things interesting." I shot him a threatening glance, but Olivia only laughed as the nerves dissipated and she loosened up into the conversation. We spoke on everything from her favorite books down to the travel plans I'd spoken with her about each story causing her eyes to light up. Mr. Brooke leaned forward, his eyes dancing merrily. "Kellan, you'd better keep up with her interests. Happy wife, happy life, you know."

Instead, the road was deserted. Olivia came up to my side and chuffed. Where is everyone? This isn’t good, I thought back. Emma must have realized we were talking things out or at least that things aren’t going her way. I winced, and a thought escaped: A Luna who is rejected by her Alpha does not do well in life afterward. What? Oh, Goddess. That absolutely black-hearted witch made me say that to you. Olivia stopped, and the party came to a halt. I turned to her, and she gently scented me around my mouth and nape.

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

Laura asks me. Hearing my name takes me out of my self-absorption. But before I can answer, Miranda talks again. “No, she’s with me,” she says with a childish voice. “I know, but I meant with a guy. I heard you’ve been dating Sam Molina,” says Laura. I freeze, not knowing what to say. I wish I could erase everything related to Sam from my life, including his brother looking at me so insistently right now. “Olivia and Sam? No way! Olivia is dating a guy waaay hotter than Sam,” Miranda says. “Sam’s nothing compared to the hottie she’s going out with.”

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.”

“No, but I heard he’s got that tall, mysterious, billionaire vibe. You know, the kind of man who could ruin your life and you’d still thank him for it.” The group burst into laughter. Olivia kept her eyes on her computer screen, but her pulse raced. If only you knew. Jack passed by her desk, pretending to drop off a document. “Still waiting for your prince to come back?” he murmured. “Or did he already run for the hills like the last one?” Olivia looked up, her patience finally snapping. “Jack,” she said coldly, “you really should stop talking before someone records you and sends it to HR.”