Romans & histoires Olivia Fordham Novel

“No, sir. Olivia works hard, does all her assignments… even comes to school when she’s sick.” The compliment barely softened the blow. Miss Jane’s voice turned sharp. “So, Olivia, have you ever given a teacher money, gifts, or… favors in exchange for marks?” I stared at her. “No. Never. And if you’re going to ask Nora where she got that story, I’d like to know too. And which teachers she’s accusing, because this is beyond embarrassing.” Mr. Smith sighed. “So, the group chat meant for schoolwork has turned into a gossip market?”

The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, brushing Olivia's face. She turned away from it, pulling the covers above her head, trying to steal a few more minutes of quiet. Then it hit her. Taylor Walker. Theo had done a good job getting her mind off everything last night, but that was how long it could last. She was swimming in the thoughts of what awaits her today. The entire week has been a roller coaster of events, and she needed a break. The past three years that Olivia had spent trying to build her fashion empire, she had not, for one day, missed work for any reason and today seemed like the perfect day for her to rest in.

Olivia's Pov "I, Olivia Sun, take you, Rico Brandon, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, ...." I choked on the words, before continuing. "For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish..." I paused and looked into Rico's eyes. "Till death do us part." When it was his turn, he said it very blissfully.

She opened her eyes slowly, expecting to see the figure right in front of her, but there was nothing. Olivia hesitantly made her way to the window, a minute walk from her bed. She peered down at the estate grounds from where she stood, but there was no sign of Damian. She breathed a sigh of relief and shut the window close before stomping back to her bed. "What in Alabama is happening to me?" She mumbled to herself, as if dazed.

She's such a darling At least I wouldn't have to get bored out of my mind as I had to request for a leave. Of course, The Oluwoles' were going to be in attendance. My dad had invited lots of people. From his caliber of course. The wedding was strictly by invitation. Even the traditional engagement was to be the same and that was to come up two days to the white wedding. We all had a busy week ahead of us. "Lola did you tell Martha what to prepare for dinner?" My mum asked looking up from her cell phone "Yes mummy, I gave her the roaster for the week as you instructed" I answered slowly

His attentive eyes settled on her. “Of course, my dear,” he replied calmly. “Sit down.” Olivia walked to the armchair beside him and sat, maintaining a respectful posture, though her anxiety was evident. Her hands intertwined in her lap. Frederico tilted his head slightly, studying her. “What is troubling you, Olivia?” She took a deep breath before speaking, choosing her words carefully. “Grandpa...” Her voice was low and sincere. “What is the real reason behind Liam’s nightmares?”

Olivia has loved Joseph for as long as she can remember. Their love has survived childhood, distance, misunderstandings, and the cruel circumstances that once threatened to tear them apart. But just when Olivia believes she can finally have the life she has always dreamed of, everything changes. Joseph has a twin brother, Jordan—and unlike Joseph, Jordan has never wanted Olivia anywhere near his family. His hatred for her runs deeper than she could ever understand. When old wounds are reopened and secrets begin to surface, Olivia finds herself caught between the love she has always cherished and the hatred of a man determined to make her pay for a past she never asked for. S

Instead, she decided to go to the next best person: Olivia. Flora made her way to Olivia’s room and knocked before entering. She found Olivia sitting cross-legged on her bed, deeply engrossed in a cookbook titled *The Joy of French Cooking*. At the sound of Flora’s entrance, Olivia jumped, her cheeks flushing as she quickly closed the book. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Flora said, holding up her hands apologetically. Olivia waved her off, her blush deepening. “It’s fine, really. I was just... trying to memorize a recipe.”

“Anyway. That’s the new fairy tale story I’m working on. Just shared it fresh to test the ending. And Olivia, since you mentioned a ladder… I think I’ll make the tower enchanted. Anyone who isn’t her one true love gets within ten feet? Poof. Turned to toast.” Olivia was immediately hooked and actually muttered, “Wow…” Her father exploded. “Are you stupid, girl?! Where the hell is Damien? Why are you sitting here listening to this messed-up fantasy bullshit from some crazy woman?!” Osmond nodded furiously. “Exactly! Get to the point! Where the hell is Damien Voss?” Olivia opened her mouth to fire back at them both, but then she stopped. Her eyes narrowed. Something clicked behind them…like a

She didn't even shut down. I checked through her recent pages, f******k. Seriously, Olivia has a Face-book account. I got an idea, I can get her username and send her friend request when I get back home. I opened the page, went through her news feed. "Goodnovel writers and readers." I read out the first post I saw, I blinked my eyes. Does Olivia write, no. She was probably one of the readers. I know she loves reading books, that explains why she was on Goodnovel group chat.