Novel & Cerita Even After Death Olivia Fordham

“Olivia! Sweetheart!” Elena knelt down and held Olivia tightly. “What happened, Liv? Why are you like this?” Olivia sobbed, barely able to breathe. “Mommy… Arnold… Arnold passed away…” Elena froze for a moment, then hugged Olivia even tighter. Tears fell from her eyes as well. “Oh my God…” Nathan covered his face with one hand, then crouched beside them. “When…?” “Just now…” Olivia cried loudly. “I didn’t even get the chance to say anything to him…”

Well, there was only one way to find out, and it was by watching the news as he had instructed. She switched on the TV and changed the station to the news station. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the image of a familiar lady covered in blood. The news read, “Olivia Carlo who has worked for the federal orphanage for more than a decade was found dead in her apartment. She was found shot by an unknown…” She switched off the tv immediately, unable to believe what she just saw. She picked up her phone immediately and just as she was about to dial her friends number, the phone rang, Ella was calling.

Harvey had always been ambitious but pessimistic, he would always complain about the future of Fontaine Global and I was willing to risk everything to make it flourish. When the company finally got its foot on track, I got tossed aside for my best friend. Pathetic. "Oli? Olivia? Olivia!” I flinched when Warren hijacked me from my thoughts. I turned to him with my eyes widened, my lips pressed in a thin line. "If we want to destroy Harvey, we need evidence and the most concrete one is the CCTV footage of how you were pushed to your death,” Warren said as my lips slowly parted. He knew I was pushed. I didn't have to tell him and he knew already?

"Sage!!! Why would you say such callous things? Why would you wish to have been dead? Don't you even consider how I'd feel and how lonely I'd be? Is that how little you take this friendship?" "Well, you don't consider my feelings, so why should I consider yours? If I had died at the accident, I'm sure you wouldn't even thinking of mourning me because you have Maynard by your side. I'm sure it wouldn't take up to a day before you forget that someone named Sage once existed" Tears filled Olivia's eyes. She was getting hurt by his words. None of his assumptions are true. Why would he even wish for death and to day he thinks so lowly of her.

Our plan was working perfectly. I had, of course, ensured that the funeral would be televised and streamed on all major channels. It was the only way to ensure that both Olivia and Winston saw it and, hopefully, fell for it. Leonard, sitting beside us and looking healthier by the day, chuckled. “It’s surreal, watching your own funeral. I never thought I would see the day.” Ophelia smirked. “I almost laughed out loud a few times, you know.” “I figured that was what you were doing when you kept hiding your face between your handkerchief,” Ava replied, smacking Ophelia on the arm.

He was weak and tired but he found his way downstairs, nonetheless, seeing the sole bed in the middle of the room, a black sheet covering the exterior of what was his mate. Being a wolf, even after death Olivia was able to heal from her external wounds. When Herold lifted the sheet, his breath was caught in his lungs. She looked as beautiful as he recalled when they first got married. Her light hair was folded neatly over her shoulders, her lips plump and lovely enough to kiss, even in death.

“I need a horse for my…for Stella.” Aaron frowned slightly, seeming to give the apple more attention than normal. Then he held it back, running his hand down the muzzle of the brown horse and holding out her lead rope to me. “Tiffany. That's what she's called.” — The adrenaline from the sprint hummed beneath my skin, beads of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. I ran my hand against Olarya’s dark fine fur, stopping to scratch the back of her ears softly. Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat.

Olivia's POV The morning sunlight streamed into my office as I stared at my phone, scrolling through the headlines and comments popping up across my feed. Despite the warmth in the room, I felt a chill as I doomscrolled, each one more cutting than the last. “TOP 5 WAYS TO ATTRACT AN ALPHA – LESSONS FROM LUNA LIV!” “ALPHA POWER COUPLE HOSTS CARNIVAL OF DRAMA.” "OLIVIA HARTWYN: LUNA IN NAME ONLY?”

'I've asked the two judges to remove Olivia's name from the list, she mustn't step foot in Havilah city, as her father and a member of the association, don't tell me you're unaware of what she is' * * * * The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* When Olivia regained her senses, there were two additional figures in her quarters and she smiled, they had really gone on a dangerous mission because there were additional scars on thier faces and thier skin was far from radiant. " You are back!" She squealed " We just got back,Pampered heiress, you missed me didn't you" Olivia nodded " Of course, I missed you " Eight snickered at Meek " I told you she would miss me, didn't I" " I missed you as well "

Olivia paused for a while. Then, she realized something strange, “Wait, that can’t be! Isn’t your grandfather Mr. Lodge? The news of his passing would definitely be aired on the news, but I’ve not seen or heard anything yet!” Olivia was an avid fan of gossip news. If Wilfred was dead, it was impossible that she had not heard anything about it.