Novel & Cerita Olivia Baker

Some stranger was speaking with him, but my attention wasn’t on the man. It was on the woman. Olivia Marchel. A-list actress and Eleanor Rowe London’s brand ambassador. I knew it was professional. But logic didn’t calm the fire burning through my veins. Every time Olivia laughed and every time her fingers brushed the sleeve of Julian’s suit, I wanted to rip her couture gown to shreds and pin her against the display glass. “Trouble in paradise?” Irine nudged me, her laugh dripping with satisfaction. “Who?” I asked flatly, feigning ignorance.

“But you’re not the first.” Lysa’s eyes sharpened. “No. I’m the last.” The judge raised a hand. “Defense, present your verbal claim.” Olivia stepped forward. “My name is Olivia Henderson. I was Ethan’s wife, legally and contractually. I inherited his company through documented authority, not superstition. I rebuilt this empire. I maintained it. I kept it from collapsing. And I buried every threat that tried to take it from me.” The judges murmured softly. Olivia continued, her tone crisp and cutting,

He said flirtatiously, Olivia blush shyly while Park clears his throat nervously. "Olivia, what's your highest qualification?" Liam ask slyly. "Bachelor of Science, Accounting in precisely." Olivia said. "And why do such a lovely brilliant lady want to work here?" He asks anxiously staring all over her. The thought of bending her over his desk and screwing her like a hungry lion crosses his mind but he pushed it away. "To make money, to enhance my marketing and accounting skills and to create a good working strategies in this firm." Olivia said confidently while He nods his head gradually, Park takes down her point into a small note pad.

I might as well try and stop my heart from beating on its own. Olivia Radcliffe is a total sex pot. Eighteen years old, she should be modeling in Europe or lounging in the sun in a mansion in Los Angeles. Her I*******m account is private, which I’m sure is a result of her bAnatoliging to one of the richest families in America, but if it wasn’t, she’d have tens of millions of followers.

she paused, her tongue feeling heavy as she felt her eyes welling up. But she continued, "If you knew you didn't like me, then you could have just help me find my parents or dropped me at the place you picked me from." "Nooo, Olivia," Amelia's whimpering could be heard while Theo couldn't lift a finger. Olivia smiled again softly, "I heard you're looking for your daughter. I hope you find her soon. You can call Principal Walter. I was tutoring Zachary Maverick for the exams." With that, she slung ger backpack and walked away while Madeline gasped. The only information she found which Irene needs to hear is that Olivia is tutoring Zach. But Olivia isn't her biological sister? What the hell?

“What do you think?” She scans it. “Siena…” I waited a long time for her reaction. Olivia has always been the smart one among us. Slightly rebellious by nature, she ran away from home before she even came of age and built her own small business. She has seen many remarkable things, and this proposal is merely something I put together casually… After a long silence, Olivia's expression shifting from curiosity to shock. I bite my lip. “...How you think?” "…It truly shocks me."

Erica greeted, kissing Olivia on the forehead. Olivia giggled, looking proudly at her mixture. “Mama! Look, I’m making pancakes just like you!” Erica laughed, nodding. “You’re doing an amazing job. Soon, I won’t even need to cook—you’ll be the chef of the house!” Lila smiled, glancing at Erica. “She’s getting quite good at it too. I think she’s inherited her mother’s dedication.” Breakfast was a joyful affair, with Olivia proudly showing Julian her pancake-stirring skills, and Julian reacting as though she’d created a gourmet masterpiece. They laughed over breakfast, sharing stories and filling the room with a warmth that made Erica feel profoundly grateful.

But I could tell it was eating her up inside. I'd hung up the call I was on and started turning back toward the group when Olivia reemerged with a tray of snacks. She'd baked something, the effort etched into her features as she handed the offering around. "I just wanted to do something," she said, her voice soft, almost resigned. "Sitting and just doing nothing feels so useless when it comes to this. But I couldn't help smiling at her, my heart reaching out to her at how hard she was trying. "Thanks Liv. This is perfect."

Could it be. "Haven't you noticed how much you look like Olivia?" Bianca sneered. "Olivia can't claim you because she's been in jail and has a murder on her conscience. How could she dare to be your mother? But secrets have a way of coming out—like mine, like my employer's." Sunny felt her temples throb and her ears buzz. Memories flooded back—Olivia's excessive care after returning to the States, the deliberate arrangements for dance and taekwondo lessons...

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.