Oliver And Felicity Novels & Stories

But who I saw wasn’t Oliver, it was…Felicia? “Ben?” I had a soft gasp and my eyes snapped behind me. Oliver stood with his fingers in his mouth, tears streaming down his face. He rushed toward me and flung his hands over my shoulder, wailing into my chest. My eyes remained pried apart, the shock still hanging.

“I know… I should’ve been more decisive.” Snow shook her head. Then she raised her eyes to look at Oliver, a sly glint flashed in her eyes. “But shouldn’t you be thanking me that I hadn’t been decisive? If I was, then you wouldn’t be able to show Queen Fae this strong and reliable side of yours.” Oliver snorted, “I don’t need to do that. My charm works well on her.” “Then tell me why you two lived separately during your marriage. That’s a good topic.”

Olivia ran off, unsure of where to go, but she kept running, until she saw a door, she reached for the handle and opened, running into the room. “Well well well, it seems like fate keeps bringing you back, each time you try to escape.” A familiar voice laughed, startling Olivia, she turned around immediately to see Xavier. “You!” She widened her eyes, shock and hatred building inside her heart. “You seem to love me too much, to not notice your darling fake husband.” Just then, Olivia turned to see Morgan standing at the extreme, with more than five men pointing their guns at him. She swallowed, meeting his gaze, but he looked away almost immediately.

Minutes later, I changed my clothes and quickly joined the boys. “I heard Olivia Brown is back in town,” Lewis Lyon, one of my childhood friends, started before he served the ball. Lucas snorted. “Yeah, I heard she’s back. I wonder what brought her back here. Maybe for some sugar daddies.” The boys burst out laughing. I raised an eyebrow, still tying my shoelaces. The jabs at Olivia weren't sitting well with me, and it seemed Lucas was still smarting from the slap. I could tell he was trying to get a rise out of me.

Chen pressed on her. "I'm sorry," Felicity starts. "For what specifically?" "For running. For leaving you to clean all of this up. The wedding, Mum, all of it. I just couldn't and I left and you stayed and you fixed everything." I look at my sister. The exhaustion in her face, the dark circles, the way she holds the mug with both hands like it's keeping her anchored. "Best thing you ever did for me," I say. She blinks. I tell her. All of it. The real marriage, the library, the investigation, the warehouse, Eleanor. Dominic. She listens without speaking, which is the most still I have ever seen Felicity, and by the end her eyes are wet again.

Ended wars. The room seemed to freeze around it. Nathan stepped forward. Every muscle in his body rigid. Every word precise. "You listen to me carefully." For the first time, even Mitchell went quiet. Nathan's eyes never left mine as he spoke. "Whatever happened to Olivia before she met me is none of your business." Mitchell laughed. "That's where you're wrong." "No." Nathan's voice dropped lower. "What's wrong is that you've mistaken obsession for love." Silence.