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Olivia still had no idea of who Bianca is or what she looked like, but, so as not to keep Sofia from continuing chanting and singing praises, she nodded, pretending to know Who she was. “Did Miss Carla sell off all her designs?” Olivia asked. “Yes, it was all sold out, and at a very high bid. But I still wished you were among the models, I'm sure we'd make more sales than that.” Olivia smiled. They were walking into the class, when Olivia caught sight of Nessa and her friends, she paused and turned to Sofia. “Who is that girl? I overheard her speaking to her friends that she was dating the young master, is that even possible?” Olivia asked, returning her gaze to where Nessa was seated.

I sighed, “The woman you saw in your vision wasn't Olivia.” Mia scoffed, “Then why did she look like Olivia?” “Because that's what she looks like. She's the ancestor of Olivia,” I answered. Mia scoffed, “I'm not dumb. You expect me to believe she's not Olivia?” I nodded, “Yes.” Mia stared at Javier and Ivan but they seemed to agree with me. “There’s an ancestor of Olivia who looks exactly like her, Mia, that was way before we were born,” Javier stated.

I grunted, ignoring Raya’s head snapping up to face me and watching Olivia lick her blood-red lips, her dark eyelashes fluttering wildly before she pushed her face closer to mine, towering over the maiden’s head. “Someone in the Castle is worshipping the dark moon, Your Highness, and I would be damned if I didn't tell you who it was.” Olivia Burns whispered cryptically and I could tell a few of the residents heard everything because a gasp went up across the silence that had descended so heavily in the room that it knocked the wind, right out of my chest.

CARLA. My lip quivered as I stared at Olivia Hart, Sophia’s sister-in-law. She was dressed in a fitting red dress, and instead of her usual dark hair, she had dyed her hair white. It must have been for disguise since she was a fugitive. Her lips sported a matte red lipstick, the exaggerated dark eyeliner making her look like a villain from a cartoon. “Are you the one who’s been sending threatening messages to Caspian?” I managed to ask.

Damian's eyes widened as realization crashed into him in waves that would have sent him reeling, but he stood still, firmly rooted to the ground, and flabbergasted. Olivia, his ex wife, was actually the next heir to the powerful Arthur's group. She was the hidden gem that worked in secret alongside her uncle.

Anastasia smiled, a stiff smile that barely reached her eyes, “Olivia, what are you doing here?” She couldn’t believe it, but it had been years since she had seen the former sorority sister. “Well, I thought I might come around to see what the gala of the year was all about,” she replied, smiling softly as she raised her glass to her lips. “What have you been up to? Still chasing after Roland Conrad?” Anastasia frowned. A look of anger flashed across her face, “What? He is my fiancé now,” Olivia chuckled, “Wasn’t he married to Sasha Hawkins?”

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

These thoughts drive him insane, and they make him want to crush her right then and right here, right now! He even imagined himself being the one that Olivia is currently dancing on the dance floor. Her arms are wrapped into his neck while he is crushing her lips with his and massaging her butt with his hands. Olivia is a combination of what Rebecca and Althea are. At first glance, you'll think Olivia is kind of modest because of her innocent-looking face, but she's as wild and as bold as her cousin Rebecca can. A face of an angel but as bold and wild as an evil. That's Olivia Cristine De Vera's effect.

Finally a reedy man stood up, adjusting his suit before approaching us, his lips pulled in a stiff smile. “So, this is our infamous Luna.” He began, something about his tone didn't sit well with me. “Oh yes, and who are you meant to be?” I inquired, making sure my voice sounded as bored as possible, inwardly smirking at the way his eyes darkened at the insult. “I am Christopher Caldwell, Jacob Mont Blanc's advisor on security and defence.” He uttered just as Olivia walked up to him. “Daddy!!!” Well that explains where she got the insufferable attitude from.

"Olivia is a servant girl and it makes sense she couldn't handle the news. See, Camila is off the same age as Olivia and if anything, Camila is very intelligent," she said hoping it would convince him to accept Camila "Are you done?" he asked to her surprise and Mrs Garcia didn't know what to say in front of the all-powerful Mr Carter. "As I said, find Olivia," he said making Mrs Carter also frowned "She is the one I want for my son," he added and turned to look at his wife.