Olivia Cooke Husband Novels & Stories

I tell her. When I got back, I checked out joint account to see if I needed to send her anymore money, imagine my shock when I realize she hasn’t spent a cent of it in years. “I’ve noticed you haven’t used the money from our joint account.” I mention. She nods. “Yes, I got an admin job a few years ago after I got my degree, so I’ve been using that money for groceries.” She says looking down at her hands. I sigh, not saying anything. Olivia always assumes she’s a bother to me. Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her.

Olivia laughed, "How could I not know you? You're the godfather of the entertainment industry. Your company has so many famous actors and models, and of course, my husband is also in your company, haha!" Allen Parker furrowed his brows. "You're married?" "Well... I unilaterally declared that I'm married, but he doesn't even know who I am." "Sorry, I don't quite understand." Olivia shrugged, "What's there not to understand? That actor from your company, Lucas. I'm his fan! We all call ourselves his wives. So, of course, I have to call him my husband." Allen Parker suddenly chuckled, "So, when you said you're married, you meant that?"

I just laughed in response and walked outside to find Mr Alec. Ms Olivia was a new cook. She was in her mid-fifties and divorced with two grown sons. My dad hired her after the last one tried to put a love potion in his food so he could fall in love with her and make her the wife of a billionaire, I mean my dad, of course. It was quite a ridiculous plan, to be honest. The lady was in her late twenties and saw a quick and easy means to a comfortable life.

“Regardless, he was very much my husband and my mate the night you were shamelessly flirting with him.” Olivia giggled, but it was somehow full of venom. “I’d tease you about being jealous, but it turns out you had something to worry about after all. What’s your ex-husband’s new mate’s name again – Eva, is it?” I leaned against the threshold of the door, feigning casualty, when in reality I was bracing myself against a wave of dizziness. “What do you want, Olivia?”

Everyone was still quiet, as the chef served the food, I was looking at my grandma who wanted to use her eyes to rip off my clothes I know she wanted to ask about Lucas. I was just pretending to have something important that I was doing on my phone when my Dad finally decided to shatter the moment. “Olivia, why is your husband not here?

Olivia yelled back at her. When she realized what she did, she apologized. “I am sorry, I didn't mean it. The scars are half from my childhood and my husband ” “Husband?” She gaped in surprise. When did Olivia get married? Who was her husband? Why was she not told? Numerous questions ran through her mind concerning the piece of news she heard now. “When did you get married? How come you did not tell me? ” Alexa questioned. “Nine years ago, I got married to my biggest life mistake. We got married because of my father's incredible debt.”

Olivia. A successful CEO and owner of several major companies. Her appearance was, as always, elegant—her hair neatly pinned up, her lips painted a deep maroon. But today, her eyes were different. Not as sharp. There was a flicker of emotion every time her gaze fell on the figure stumbling along the sidewalk across the street. Hunter Jackson. Her ex-husband. ---

“Yes. She was going on and on about how she was completely satisfied and she really enjoyed herself. This guy really did a number on her. She was glowing, she had a smile as long as the Nile River.” I smiled hearing Olivia had a great time with me. Even though I was getting the feedback from my Mom without her knowing. I felt bad for Olivia having to walk in on her husband cheating, but I’m glad I was able to take her mind off of her issues. I wanted to call and check in on her but I didn’t want to bring up any feelings that she hasn’t let go of just yet with her husband. “Oh, well it sounds like she had a great time.” I scarfed down another forkful of food.

He was Ivan Blackwood, Olivia Blackwood's husband, a Hollywood legend, an artist whose disappearance from the screen had been the subject of endless speculation. The weight of my own pitiful scandal—the cheating boyfriend - and last night's robbery. I was now tethered to a national tragedy and a man who was the focal point of a media frenzy. “Get a grip, Kylie,” he hissed, his grip on my arm tightening, not out of malice, but sheer necessity. His dark eyes, still red-rimmed, were now alight with cold focus. “what were you doing?!” “You—you’re…..,” I stammered, my voice thin. “Olivia Blackwood’s husband. Your wife that died ….she's Olivia Blackwood…you're Ivan Blackwood..…”