Novel & Cerita Olivia Baker

Emma “She’s fucking cheating with a younger guy? I always knew she’s a slut. I always knew,” Olivia ranted, her voice laced with deep satisfaction. “Oh, karma is beautiful. I swear, it’s so beautiful.” “I’m still in shock. I mean, I knew she was a terrible person, but to do that to Trevor? Right out in the open? That's ew. It’s a shameless act and now I don’t know what to do.” “Who cares about that scum? He chose his path when he married her,” Olivia scoffed loudly. “But wait, tell me you took a picture. Please tell me you have a video of them eating each other's faces in public.”

Olivia replied. “I don’t think we need your blessing.” A familiar voice interrupted. Every head turned towards the voice. “Hayden Reid!” Olivia exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, acting like a little girl. “Is there a problem?” Hayden asked, standing beside me. “No problem here,” Olivia responded with a forced laugh. “My name is Olivia, and I’m the head of your fan club.” Hayden nodded, but he looked uninterested. “We should go,” Olivia muttered, nervous. She brought out her phone with shaky hands and took a picture of Hayden before disappearing with her friends.

Keeping them outside and away was Olivia’s number one priority. Alexandra looked at the other woman, stunned at her beauty. Yeah, she’d known that Olivia Foreman, formerly Olivia Jameson, was an ex-model. She’d seen Liv’s photos plastered across men’s magazine covers, and she’d also read about the horrific attack that had unceremoniously ended that career.

Then she smiled and kept the bowl of fruit berriea she was carrying on the dinning table. Do you care for some? I didn't answer her. "Blake." Her voice was quiet. "Olivia is gone." She turned and looked at me directly. "Someone has to run this house” "That's me now.”

Kaitlyn smiled, knowing that despite her nosy behavior, she had her best interests at heart. "By the way, Oli--how's that project I sent for you going?" Olivia paused, postivley thrumming with excitement while she tossed her hair over her shoulder. A black mug being brought to her upturned lips. "It's been a challenge," she started, but her smile grew as she spoke. "But I found two places more than willing once I worked my magic. You can thank me later. Or moreover, his spoiled butt can thank me. Whatever works better."

Unlike her sister, she had no makeup on her face but she was still breathtaking. " I'm 19 years old. I can cook, clean, and I hate commotion." She finished. Alexander snorted at her brief description. The waiter soon arrived with their orders and they dug in. " Well, as you know, I'm a billionaire. You're going to have to deal with it because the paparazzi are bound to follow the both of us around." Alexander leaned back in his chair. " If it's for my partner then I can try." Olivia sighed. Her statement amused Alexander.

Blake chuckled and I pulled my eyes from Sebastian and grabbed a plate, I was no longer hungry so I put a few sausage rolls on my plate. “So what do you do Olivia?” Stacey’s mum asked me. “Erm I’m a nurse" I replied, smiling at her. “Oh lovely. How do you know Blake and Sebastian?” the question caught me off guard and I choked slightly on a sausage roll. I felt Sebastian's eyes on me as I spoke. “God we’ve know each other for years I” “Ollie was my girlfriend,” Sebastian said looking down. I didn’t know if I wanted to hug him or kick him but I knew he was moving the topic away from Blake. I looked around the table at the shocked faces, landing on Stacey.

Olivia said while Grabbing the sides of her head and then sliding fingers down the cheeks, "Okay, let's go. I am in." I wrapped my arms around myself and led towards my bedroom and picked up a white sweatshirt and black jeans and my favourite white sneakers. I pulled my dark brown hair into one French braid. I only put on Babylips lip balm. I prefer my face makeup-free; it doesn't need any makeup. I grabbed my backpack and placed my credit card into it and reached out to the living room. Olivia is lying on one of the couches in the living room watching a random movie while munching chips. She is in blue jeans with a yellow tank top and a denim jacket over it. Her black hair is in a ponytail.

Olivia remarked with a groan. Ava chuckled, “I thought you said you like teaching? How is it hard to teach, if I remember clearly you had a 5.0 GPA in high school, and you went to Yale, so what's hard?” Olivia had big dreams, she wanted to be one of best writers of her time, that was why she even risked taking huge loans in order to go to school, but after high school her mother addiction became worse and it affected her so the next thing she found herself in the hostesses bar, so she dumped her career, aside wanting to be a writer she also loved to teach.

I asked, appalled. “Well, your husband is unbelievably rich, and you know how these rich people are. They want their kids to engage in a thousand activities at a young age… something about being well rounded and all that.” She shrugged. “But she’s three!” I exclaimed again. Why wasn’t anybody seeing things from my perspective? Was I being unreasonable? I knew I wasn’t. Everyone else was though. Olivia placed a palm over mine on the table. “Her father is Christian Walker.” She said, like that alone explained everything.