Olivia Baker 소설 & 이야기

Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek bun, and her designer sunglasses perched perfectly on her nose. Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Mother.” Olivia nearly choked on her coffee. *Mother?!* Evelyn Cole turned her sharp gaze on Olivia, taking her in from head to toe in a single, piercing glance. “And who,” Evelyn said, her tone dripping with curiosity, “is this?” Olivia scrambled to her feet, suddenly very aware of her messy hair and oversized pajamas. “Uh, I’m Olivia. Olivia Hart.” Evelyn’s eyebrows arched, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. “Ah, *Olivia*. I’ve heard about you.”

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.

Instead, a sudden, sharp pang of jealousy sliced right through her chest, taking her breath away. She knew exactly who Olivia was, and more importantly, what she was to Hunter. Olivia Rothschild was an internationally renowned, breathtaking A-list actress—and ironically, she had used to be one of Maya's absolute favorite celebrities until today. Months ago, back when Maya was still frantically begging Holiday for an exclusive interview and digging up every shred of research on the elusive Titans captain, she had uncovered the archives. She knew the whole history. Olivia was his ex. His high school sweetheart.

“And our son’s hungry.” Olívia’s smile spread instantly—radiant, in love, completely happy. Some time later, Olívia stood in front of the closet mirror, her hair still damp from the shower as she slowly spread sunscreen over her body in a deliberately sensual way. She had chosen the most dangerous weapon possible for that day: a tiny white thong bikini with gold details, paired with a sheer beach skirt made to dance with the wind. Liam appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, simply watching her.

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.