Olivia Hart Novels & Stories

"Pheew! Finally," someone released a long breath beside Mirabel, she turned her head and smiled at the young lady with short brown hair and doe brown eyes that stood beside her. "Yeah, finally, now you can have a rest" She patted Olivia's back, the young lady was aerophobic and had been complaining almost every passing second when they were on the flight. Olivia was her assistant at SPOTLIGHT ENT. of Country B, she was paired with an assistant after the drama she had acted in Country B.

Lia looked from Elena to Leo and then slowly back to Haden but she didn't let go of her sisters. "Do not make me say it again," he said. Lia was only seventeen. The same as me but she was far more timid and shy. The command in Haden's voice jumped her but she slowly let go of Bella and Elena and dared to gingerly step forward. "Look at me," Haden demanded. She didn't dare. "Look at me in the eye," he repeated. She lifted her head slowly to reveal two wide watery eyes. Before she could bring herself to look at Haden, she gave me and then Leo a pleading look. And then...

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

He cleared his throat before he replied, “Well, yes those rumors can be considered true. Miss Hart and I are in a serious and official relationship.” The pale interviewer with long jet black hair, tucked her hair behind her ear as she adjusted herself on her chair, smiling awkwardly as she replied, “Wow, that is both a shocking and beautiful news.” She didn’t wait for Christopher to reply or talk to her before she said, “Miss Hart had been rumored to be an ice queen who doesn’t accept interviews or even communicate with people, so, how did you get that to work Mr. Chariton?” Christopher shrugged a bit before he replied, “Well, rumors are rumors aren’t they?”

Olivia was the shill AKA the inside man. Not the mark. This was my only comfort as I dragged Olivia off the plane. My fingers were wrapped tightly around Olivia's dainty wrist as I tried to deal with shit as it came at me. "Stop making such a fuss Harmon. I'm Olivia Hunter—" Olivia whined, reminding me once more of her innocence. She was just a fucking child and I fucked her. Now she was inadvertently endangering herself because of it. The guilt ate at me.

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.

Instead, a sudden, sharp pang of jealousy sliced right through her chest, taking her breath away. She knew exactly who Olivia was, and more importantly, what she was to Hunter. Olivia Rothschild was an internationally renowned, breathtaking A-list actress—and ironically, she had used to be one of Maya's absolute favorite celebrities until today. Months ago, back when Maya was still frantically begging Holiday for an exclusive interview and digging up every shred of research on the elusive Titans captain, she had uncovered the archives. She knew the whole history. Olivia was his ex. His high school sweetheart.

Olivia was here, and she was the key. I pushed open the heavy door to the adjacent room where Olivia sat. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a flash of fear darting through them before she quickly looked away. “Olivia Hartwell,” I said sharply, pulling out the chair across from her and sitting down. “Let’s cut to the chase. Where were you, and what were you doing when my late wife was giving birth?” She swallowed hard. “I... I was helping her during labor. I didn’t go anywhere,” she mumbled.

Oscar, watching from the chair, merely smiled with satisfaction. “That’s it. Olivia’s cold smile. One day, that smile will make David and Bella tremble.” Olivia had endured much to reach this point. She was certain that by attaining beauty and a strong career, she would shine again at the peak of her life. Now she was almost finished achieving her desires. “Why? Are you remembering the past again? Don’t be sad, because now you have everything.” “I’m not sad. I just remember my struggle—how I had to exercise diligently, train hard, even go back to school to prove I wasn’t that ugly fat woman.”

She greeted James Richardson and Xavier Brooks with a cool nod, her perfect composure never wavering. James approached her, curiosity lighting his eyes. "Swift, are you on the Shadowcrest team now?" Olivia shook her head calmly. "No. I study healing algorithms, so I came here today to sharpen my skills." I pretended to focus on my tablet, but my ears caught every word. James listened attentively, clearly impressed by Olivia's presence. I could almost see him mentally reviewing her remarkable résumé—elite doctorate by twenty-five, the territory's top female racer known as "Swift," fearless in competition and extreme sports alike.