Odette Carmine Novels & Stories

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

Because while we sat there picturing Dad curled up somewhere in regret—how could we have know that he was having the time of his life with his mistress. **MAXWELL'S POV** Darling, are you up already?” Odette’s sultry voice drifted through the room. She sat up slowly in bed, the silk sheets slipping down to reveal her smooth, golden skin and lace lingerie that clung to her like a second skin. The morning sun lit her features, highlighting the gentle curve of her cheekbone and the pout of her lips. I adjusted my cufflinks in front of the mirror and glanced back at her. “Yeah. I’ve got an important meeting at work.”

Jai said, producing a clipboard from the bag he had slung around his shoulders. "What's going on?" Daniel asked, alarmed by Cain's command for outlandish security measures. "We have an uninvited guest in the form of Otto Müller," Cain said, taking the list from Jai. Daniel went pale. "Where's Ella?" he asked. "Locked in the car." Cain said. Jai's facial expression morphed to one of confusion. "You just locked her in the car?" He asked. Cain said nothing as his eyes scanned the guest list.

Rachel continued to push, drawing out admissions and contradictions that painted a damning picture. The trial dragged on for days. It seemed to me like an eternity of cross examination. Odette, defiant and unyielding, refused to give up the name of the Baron. Yet, for her role in Emily's murder and the abduction and torture of Ariana Stone, Odette Moreau was found guilty by the jury.

Narine's mouth and eyes were wide open when she heard what Aathreya had just said, even Rion who had been keeping a straight face since then, seemed to have a strange expression, not to mention how Odette's face was when she heard Aathreya calling her by such a long name. "I ... well, my name is Odette," said Odette with a smile. Aathreya furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed his chin. "So, you're not Alice Catychwamanakakiquekakupapamanaveshriabelletillaredrixietipaleparissabekoekoekpetokpetok uu aa hu ha hu ha?" Odette shook her head. After seeing Odette shake her head, Aathreya turned around, intending to leave.

Sabrina's expression gives away her troubles with something. Juliette thought she might have learnt about Odette from Ernest. But her attention goes to her laptop when Sabrina puts it on the table. " I have the proof that Odette is alive!" She turns the laptop towards her and shows her the pictures that they told on Natalie's birthday. " What are you talking about?" Juliette frowns, trying to find Odette. " Look at the corner, the woman wearing a black hoodie!" She zooms out the picture and surprisingly, Odette has been in all the pictures they have taken on the beach. Her eyes are on Natalie, smiling or staring like a crazy woman.

Odette paused, confusion and frustration only barely registering before she sat back and shrugged. "I see," she said. "Then my offer will be useless to you." Okay, I'd bite. "What offer is that?" "Only that I'm willing to reverse the engagement," she said with a small, sly smile, "if you would consider joining the Dumont family in marriage." ***

I said. Calvin then came back into the packhouse with five children and a woman wearing a figure hugging dress, really high stiletto heels and dyed flaming red hair. And her makeup was plastered on so thick that it would probably take hours to apply every morning and just as long to take off at night time. Nothing about her looked real or natural. And then she was accompanied by a few girls that looked the same as her. Completely fake in really tight dresses. “Odette.” Ethan said, through gritted teeth.

“No, of course not. It was just that, an accident. I just… Wanted to make sure that this wouldn’t affect our collaboration at all, or either of our reputations.” I wasn't going to tell them about my plan to end the collaboration. I plan to take everything about suit designs that I learned from Dominic and his condescendence and create my own collection of women’s suits. Fuck men. Claudette Reed designs for powerful, confident women who don’t need a man in their life. I sure as hell don't.