Novel & Cerita Olivia Baker

“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.

Olivia wailed even louder, leaning against Elena’s shoulder. Elena felt regretful. She hadn’t expected Lennie to be so presumptuous at her own home. Maybe she shouldn’t have come today. “We have to save him, remember?” Nyla whispered in her head, reminding her of what was really important. Elena nodded her head. Lennie was still trying to get free from Walson and Jack. “Get the fuck off me!!! Let me kill that bitch!!!” She screamed. Doctor Baker quickly came beside Olivia. He tried to get the poor woman up from the floor to take her away from Lennie, but Olivia was too broken down to do anything.

Savannah asked, bewildered. Olivia’s glare intensified, and without warning, she slapped Savannah again. This time, Savannah stumbled, clutching the edge of her desk to steady herself. “Don’t you dare play dumb with me, Savannah!” Olivia’s voice thundered, her anger cutting through the room like a blade. “You think I wouldn’t see it? Or you think we older folks don't have the time for the internet. Bentley drunk, disheveled, and humiliated all over the internet—and of all people, it’s because of you!”

"He should be here soon. I need to leave." "Liv, no…" "I'll be back as soon as I can." Olivia took off the jacket. "He'll be suspicious of me. My current identity is Ophelia from Canwell City. The reason I ran out this time was to look for you. You have to remember what I said." Ethan took a good look at her before making up his mind. He said hoarsely, "Okay, I got it. You have to take care of yourself." "Okay."

I blinked, pushing away the dark thoughts, and followed the indicated direction. Olivia appeared during the break, a young woman — perhaps twenty-eight years old —, light brown hair tied in a low bun, some strands escaping and framing her face. Her smile was easy, welcoming, and she carried in her hands a notebook with children’s stickers on the cover. Exactly as in Rowan’s description. “Hello! I’m Olivia. You are…?” She extended her hand with kindness. “Emma.” I used the made-up name, shaking her hand firmly. “Emma Sullivan.”

She lifted her chin, drew in a deep breath, and whispered to herself: “I will prove it. I am not some fat, ugly woman abandoned by her husband. Nor am I a wife who ran away for another man. I am Olivia Levine—a designer the world will remember, and the daughter of a conglomerate.” Oscar Levine, her brother, entered the room carrying two cups of herbal tea. A calm smile softened Olivia’s features, though her heart was still troubled. "You’re not asleep yet?" he asked, placing the cups on the table. Olivia turned, then sat at her work desk, scattered with sheets of sketches. "I can’t sleep, Brother. Tomorrow is a big day. I must make sure everything is perfect. I cannot fail—not again."

She looked the part of the grieving, betrayed fiancée; her eyes were slightly red, and the way her voice trembled made my skin crawl. “Please, everyone, one question at a time,” Evelyn said into the forest of microphones. Then, she looked directly into the camera lens. “Yes, her name is Olivia Brown. My fiancé, Liam Smith, had twins with her. It is a reality I have tried to handle with grace, but I cannot stay silent anymore. Because of the love I have for Liam, I decided to accept those children as my own, despite the fact that their biological mother is nothing but a wretched, opportunistic slut who is trying to dismantle our family.”

I'm pretty sure Olivia was only happy to be awake because my mom was taking her to the bakery again today. As soon as she got home yesterday she talked non-stop about it, even when she was covered in flour. Telling both Knox and I every detail of how she learned to make make bread, cookies, and pastries. She even learned to work the cash register. I was 100% certain she ate most of what she baked because she was practically bouncing off the walls.

“You want to be the one to take them down. Not watch someone else do it while you sit back and pretend you’re okay.” I rolled my eyes at him but didn’t deny it. “Fine,” Olivia said suddenly, stepping forward. Her voice was firm, her face set with determination. “I’ve made my decision. I’ll be the bait.” Dave laughed, a dry, knowing chuckle. “You don’t have a choice anymore,” he said. “I mean, your house just exploded. You’re already in this. But let’s be clear, this isn’t some heroic stunt, Olivia. You don’t get extra points for offering yourself up.”