Olivia Casta Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Athos, you're like a father to me, right? I mean, if it weren't for you, I would never be able to afford such an expensive college like this, let alone graduate. You know I only want the best for you, don't you?" "I know." "So, Olivia is young like me, and she's passionate about what she does. The fact that she did such poor and preliminary secretarial work doesn't do justice to her abilities. She's perfect for what you need. She's determined, intelligent, and quick. Please, Mr. Mazza, talk to her!" "But did you see how she behaved with me here and in front of my employees?" "She was just nervous, Mr. Mazza, and let's face it, you got very angry and were very rude to her."

He did manage marketing at the hotel. “Who are you who dare to justify someone. He was really cute, but he was human. You can't just decide. Did the hotel owner forbid ojol from entering the hotel? " snapped Eliana. Apparently, Stefan has not realized that he is talking to Eliana, a finance director, the son of the owner of the Grand Palapa hotel.

A guess Olivia confirmed when one of them spoke. "Que paso boss," the chef said in Spanish. Olivia turned to Titan with bulged eyes. "Did he just call you boss?" "I believe that's what he said," Titan said, trying but not quite managing to hide a grin. Olivia's eyes widened in surprise and awe. "You own a restaurant?" "I own several businesses and investments under my name. Money has wings Olivia, if it's not continuously replenished, it goes away. And with the way Maya spends on shopping and partying, she would have squandered it all if not for my safety nets like this one." he explained.

In no world is he going to just sit and let him become the CEO! Olivia Russell Olivia slammed the door to her room hard and ragingly walked down the stairs, her six inch heels roughly clicking against the marble tiles. She walked out of the building, into her car and sped off. Olivia's thoughts only revolved around what her father had said earlier. Camila’s parents were rich.. richer than Leonardo Vincento’s yet she, a top model in the country’s fashion industry is stuck in her parent's home. Camila got Leonardo and now this?

“Their family has handed us the preliminary construction work. I want our end executed with precision.” Just as we stepped toward the elevators, a voice cut through the air like a sharp whistle. “Well, well. Look who’s playing boss today.” Olivia. Her heels clicked obnoxiously on the marble tiles as she strutted toward us in an ivory pantsuit that probably cost more than the last two months of payroll. “I hope you ladies know,” she began, flashing a faux-smile at the three women behind me, “that she’s not only an ex-convict but also engaged while shamelessly flirting with another man. Scandalous, isn’t it? Imagine the PR disaster.”

"Maybe you shouldn't look." "Charlotte, please. Just tell me." She sighed heavily. "There was this charity gala tonight. Some young she-wolf named Cassandra Mitchell caused a scene. She accused Olivia of trying to seduce her fiancé and threw a glass of red wine at her." My stomach tightened. "Is Olivia okay?" "Oh, she's fine. Better than fine, actually." Charlotte's voice turned bitter. "Check your messages. I'm sending you the livestream clip." The video loaded quickly. I watched as Olivia stood perfectly composed in what I recognized as the Lavender Twilight Gown, worth over three million dollars. Red wine streamed down the delicate fabric, staining the lavender silk a deep crimson.

“Millions?” “Oh, yes,” Liam said, a cruel glint in his eye. “A very substantial dowry paid directly into your father’s offshore account. Not to mention the debt forgiveness and getting that worthless brother of yours that fancy executive job he couldn't even last a week in because he was too busy snorting the profits. Your family didn't just give you away, Olivia. They sold you. At a premium.”

Olivia walked over and stared coldly at her, then said, "What do you bring to the table? I heard your mother took a fortune from the Tate family. Why didn't she help out with the loan sharks last night?!" Cassandra pouted and said, "It's true that my mom is wealthy, but she's opening a new company outside of the country right now. By the time the business flourishes, our net worth might just surpass Elliot Foster's! The market overseas is much more promising than it is here…" "Don't give me that bullsh*t! The way you two were gambling last night, you would have gone through any amount of money!" Olivia snapped. "We won't do it again! Really! I swear!" Cassandra said, raising her hands in def

They were sick of the drama, but I don’t think it was going to end anytime soon. “Guys,” Olivia continued. “As you can see, the culprit isn’t remorseful. She doesn’t even care about the people she hurt.” She signaled the waitress to end the live stream. As soon as that was done, she dropped the pitiful act. The real Olivia Burke is standing in front of me now. “You’re such a sad loser,” she scoffed. “You know my father is rich and has so many connections, he could end your life if he chooses to.”

I walked past him, went to my dressing table and lathered lotion on my skin. “Olivia, talk to me, please.” He begged but I wasn’t ready to say anything. I was still angry, and I blamed him too. Instead of asking questions and finding out what happened to Lupita, he pushed her out. “Baby, please. You are making me worry, what is wrong with you, did Lupita do something to you?” I glared at him. “What do you think she could do to me? I am Olivia Wallker, daughter of a mafia kingpin, ex-wife of the manipulative and cunning Nick Jones, my friend and brother is Ethan. Tell me, what could Lupita possibly do to me?”