Olivia Fordham Novel Novels & Stories

I just hope her stomach is okay. My day was brightening when Nova told me she had forgiven Camila completely. I was delighted with the good news. Camila had been smiling all day, which could have been the cause. Olivia was staring at her strangely. On the other hand, Olivia will not reveal anything about Camila and me because I know she doesn't want to be exposed as my step-sister. I understand that Olivia's popularity and reputation at school are more important than mine.

“I thought the wedding was two months away!” “The wedding was pushed forward to tomorrow. I thought it was early but what can I say, Peter wants to really have me as his. Why did you call again?” “I need a sum of twenty million in two days. Can you lend me that exact amount? I will pay you back. I promise.” “Come help me pick out dresses, I will talk to Peter to see if he could lend me that money.” _______________ In the boutique’s showroom, Olivia collapsed onto a plush chair, watching Sofia play nearby. Her daughter was immersed in her own world, battling a doll with a plastic dragon.

"I mean, in business, independent thinking often leads to innovation." Olivia's grip on my hand tightens, and when I glance at her, there's something unreadable in her expression. Gratitude? Surprise? Or something deeper that makes my chest tight? Fernandez chuckles. "Spoken like a young man in love." He raises his champagne glass, and my blood runs cold. "Which brings me to why I've gathered you all here tonight." "Daddy, no," Olivia says, her voice low and warning. But Fernandez is already standing, his glass raised high. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm thrilled to announce the engagement of my daughter Olivia to this fine young man, Liam."

“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.

"I'm glad you like it here. I was worried that you would decline my offer to come with me to the estate. Now, I want you to recount everything that happened to you since my brother's passing. Leave nothing out." Olivia fell silent for a minute. Why was he suddenly interested in whatever was going on in her life? There were so many questions at the tip of her tongue but she refused to ask. Instead, she recounted everything that had happened in the past five years as asked. Her father's death, her contracted marriage to Damian, his apathetic attitude and emotional torture, and how she was used to gain his family's heirloom. Ivan nodded thoughtfully when she was done. Taking in a deep breath, h

She turned off all the lights and went upstairs to check on Eli. She got into bed and stretched out, taking a deep breath in. She still entertained some desire for him, but they had their chance together and they’d blown it. Dean was strictly off limits. The morning sunlight filtering through the curtains announced Sunday morning. Olivia lay in her bed. Thoughts of Dean had kept her tossing and turning all night. Thoughts of Jack somehow discovering he has a grandson hadn’t helped. She did not know how Jack might use that information, but she knew too well not to underestimate the evil of Jack Grayson.

The next day, Conrad and Alfred fetch Olivia on their way to school. Seeing her happy today, made Alfred ask behind her happiness. Olivia said that she’s overflowing with excitement since their plan for their Croquembouche will outstand everyone. Alfred curiously asks their plan for their Croquembouche, but Conrad and Olivia decided to keep it a secret until then.

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