Olivia Cooke Husband Novels & Stories

"You dance very well for someone who spent it's whole life in the convent..." Dylan chuckled slightly, "You're the one that's funny." "So... how's the married life going? Has your husband been doing it properly?" Keith asked in an ironic tone. Dylan chuckled slightly and started looking around for Archie. He finally found his husband who by the way was also already looking at him and who was his dance partner was Olivia. Olivia looked in the direction Archie was looking and saw him looking at Dylan. Olivia grabbed Archie by the chin and turned him around.

Mr Carter asked "Yes, but something happened today," Olivia replied. "What happened?" He asked. "He..he... erm," Olivia began but couldn't complete her statement. "What did Ethan do?" Mr Carter asked with concern. "He invited me to his office and... " she began and paused again. "Did he kiss you?" Mr Carter asked "Ye.. yes," Olivia confirmed "He likes you," Mr Carter said. "But he is married," Olivia pointed out. "That is a false marriage. You are the only one for my son, Olivia," Mr Carter said and Olivia lowered her head listening to him on the phone.

Olivia sneered in response, happy to hear her day was bound to not have him in it. “Tell me you love me.” She almost choked on her own spit hearing the next words that blurted right out of his mouth, “What?” “We’re husband and wife are we not?” He muttered as he slipped into a velvet blue robe, she rolled her eyes to the other side to avoid the handsome sight of him, “When a husband goes to work, the wife says she loves him does she not?” “I don’t love you!!” Olivia’s voice pitched in annoyance, unsure whether it was a ploy to rile her up or just he was just an apathetic, deranged lunatic incapable of human emotions.

She said as loud as she could, even though the laugh was almost chocking her. Joel let go of Olivia who kept breathing like she just ran a marathon race while glaring at Joel. "Next time, you don't mess with Joel Richard Osteen" He said, picking up her phone again. He typed on it for a few second before turning the screen to Olivia. "My handsome husband" Olivia said as she looked at the screen, then scoffed. Handsome her foot! "Yeah! And don't think of changing it else, I won't be easy on you. I'll tickle you until you pee on yourself." He said and winked at her.

Someone muttered, "She married a stranger?" Olivia barely felt her feet beneath her as the ceremony ended. Her mind was a blur of disbelief, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The stranger, her new husband, offered his arm. "Shall we?" She hesitated, staring at him. "Who are you?" she whispered. He smiled slightly. "Sebastian. Sebastian Hart." Her breath caught. "Hart?" He nodded once. "Yes. My family owns this company." Olivia blinked, stunned. "You're Joel Hart's brother?"

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

“Have you ever met my mom before?” “As a matter of fact, yes, I have. Many, many times. We’re business partners, dear.” She chuckled and then drank the last of her drink. “I even considered her a friend but I think that was where I went wrong.” A car honk suddenly grabbed every one of our attention. When I looked at Olivia, she looked slightly alarmed. “It’s time for the both of you to leave. My husband’s here.” She stood to her feet and hurriedly placed the empty cup down on the coffee table.

Jones and Liam looked at her like crazy. Do they even lack money? It’s okay to say that Olivia’s husband was not that rich, and she married a man from an ordinary family, but only after he married her, with Jones's family’s help, did he grow his business. Olivia is an arrogant woman with no brain; the same goes for her sister-in-law; she does not know about the Jones family’s growing business in these years, also since old master Jones was from policies, He never let Olivia involve herself in family matters too deeply, so she and her sister-in-law didn’t know if Liam wanted; he could even buy more than Bugattis they could count, but they were too lazy to explain.

Just then, I unexpectedly came across a post from one of Olivia's best friends. "Nothing ruins a family like a husband who can't mind his own business."

Olivia was 24, newly married and living in a quiet suburban neighborhood with her husband, who traveled constantly for work. Their next-door neighbor, Mr. Elias Thorne, was 48 — a retired architect, tall, silver-fox handsome, with a deep voice, strong hands, and the kind of quiet, commanding presence that made Olivia’s pulse quicken every time she saw him mowing his lawn or reading on his porch. One hot summer afternoon, Olivia’s husband was away on a two-week business trip.