Olivia Casta Real Face Novels & Stories

Bella spoke, standing once more and moving towards this woman. “Why are you coming closer? Keep away! I do not want a stranger like you near me.” “You are Olivia, not Olive. Your face is too alike. Though your eyes and hair are of a different colour, I know you. You are Olivia.” “My name is Olivia Leonard. I only arrived in this country a few weeks ago. If you do not believe me, then simply ask Mr Oscar here beside me.” The beautiful woman answered, pointing her hand towards Oscar at her side.

he growled against her throat, and she wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement. But she answered anyway, “Yours. Always yours.” She watched her own face transform with contempt in the mirror. “That pathetic little church mouse. What does she think of herself? Doing me a favor, to look good in his eyes?” Olivia sneered at her reflection. “You can stay till tomorrow,” she mimicked Gianna, scoffing as she pulled out a makeup wipe and cleaned the fake bruises she’d made out of makeup from around her wrist.

My stomach burns with rage, Romano is a monster. “Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about. Olivia is an innocent girl, she would never deceive me or do anything behind my back, she is just a victim of our wickedness, but she is nothing like us or her father, she is good,” Stefan defends me.

I say but I realized I actually did sign up for it, I did put my signature on all those papers, I had to, I had no other choice. "Is that so?" Elijah asks with a smirk, he placed his index finger under my chin, then held my face in place. "Don't touch me!" I retorted pulling my face away, only causing him to pull me in harshly, but not enough to hurt me. He held my face in place, his eyes searching mine, he's just like everyone else, I had not one doubt or redemption feelings. He was Elijah Camorra, the son of Luca Camorra, a dreadful man in the world wealth and budsiness, but I doubt they could beat my father at the game of ruthless and pain.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

Mum interrupted, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes scanning Olivia’s face as if piecing together a puzzle. I felt Olivia freeze beside me for some seconds. “That is Ophelia,” Dad said, correcting her. “No Jacob,” she countered. “She looks different and smells different. Didn't you notice?” She turned to Dad, and Dad's eyes landed on Olivia, his brows furrowing. Mum stepped closer to Olivia, searching her eyes. “You are Olivia right?” She asked with tears in her eyes and Olivia slowly nodded. She pulled Olivia into a hug while tears fell from her eyes.

With those looks and body, it wouldn’t be hard to secure a job as a model or actor. When she got close, her brother shook Madam Anastacia’s hand. Then, the old woman immediately reached for her and caressed her stomach. Although surprised by what the lady did, the girl remained calm. She saw a sweet smile emerged from her lips before saying, “You must be, Lyvette. You are very beautiful, hija. I’m sure my grandson will be good looking and could pass as an actor.” “Thank you,” she shyly commented. Then the old woman Dela Vega introduced her very handsome grandson. “This is Alessandro Francisco Simeon Fernando Rodriguez Dela Vega, my grandson. Sandro, these are the Castillos . . . Atty. Dimitr

“In a way, she’s still with us. Cassandra looks just like her. Long brown hair . . . her eyes . . . everything.” “Yes. I’ve seen the large portrait of her at your father’s townhouse.” Olivia Beaumont had been a very attractive woman. He nodded. “I don’t think there’s a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. She was a good woman.” Chastity nodded.

**** They were finally home and Olivia won't stop jumping around in her new dress, she was literally bubbling with so much excitement and her happiness made the others happy too, they all looked at her with so much love in their eyes. After playing princess for a while, Olivia then ran up to Annabel and said something no one was expecting. "Mommy." "Yes baby." Annabel replied with a smile. "Can Mister Roland be my real father?"

Maya barked out, "When you're with me you do not say that word! Got it?!" "Y... yes," Olivia stuttered out in fear, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "Hmm," Maya grumbled, then spanked Olivia hard again, "Get on your hands and knees whore." Olivia climbed off Maya, accidentally dragging her knee against Maya's big, ebony breasts. Then she got onto her hands and knees while Maya rummaged in a wardrobe. Olivia marvelled at Maya's body. It should have been obvious given he name, but she really did look like Maya Jama, the celebrity.