Olivia Jarden Novels & Stories

“Sorry for keeping you up so late,” Princess Freda apologized. “No need, I was enjoying my book while waiting,” the lady-in-waiting, Olivia said. Olivia has been Princess Freda’s lady-in-waiting for the past five years, ever since she turned twenty and finished a course in hairdressing, and learned how to sew. Olivia had a fair complexion like most British citizens, with big blue eyes and blond hair, always kept in a low net in her neck.

Jase is the one who is driving while I and Olivia sat in the backseat, and they actually make a great team on teasing me. Olivia wears an above-the-knee yellow knife-pleated skirt which revealed her white long sexy legs and a black crop top she topped with a blazer. She has a long dazzling earring and she tied her blonde hair in a ponytail. She’s tall and her outfit suits her. Olivia can literally pass the standard of being a Barbie doll. I just wore a red mini tube dress that I also topped with a black blazer and paired with pointed high heel shoes. I smelled the aromatic scent of sauvage cologne in the car and saw Jase spraying some of it to himself.

Olivia crossed the room and set one of the two flutes of sparkling juice down before lowering herself into one of the two guest chairs. "Thanks. How's the jet lag?" Noemi picked up her glass and sipped. "I am so tired." Olivia slumped in her seat. They sipped their juice for a moment, both openly studying the other. Olivia was a pretty girl with sun streaked blonde hair, freckles and tanned skin that spoke of a lot of time spent outdoors. She was that type who didn't need to wear a bit of make-up to look gorgeous either. Scarlett had mentioned Olivia's backpacking all over the place and she looked the part from her worn, slip-on shoes to the jeans worn through with holes Noemi doubted had be

Olivia took out the access card Granny Claire had given her, slid it into her jacket pocket, and placed it in the scanning machine. Yes, Olivia was dressed formally, but not in the traditional sense. She wasn't wearing the typical all-black suit with a white shirt underneath. Instead, she wore a white jacket with a pink lining and jeans. Granny Claire had emphasized the importance of appearing appealing, even if not in designer clothes. After all, she would be Ignazio's assistant, which meant she would represent the face of Kralligimiz itself. Since Olivia didn't own any work suits—aside from a white shirt and a black skirt, along with her campus alma mater that she only used for exams—Grann

Her day had already been ruined and now this woman was not making it any better. Olivia slowly removed the huge sunglasses from her face and looked at Jenny. She had watched a lot of drama series so, she knew exactly how those rich heiresses reacted when they are pissed off. “Who are you? Why are you disrupting my shopping?” Olivia asked. Her haughty attitude came out naturally making Jenny to be puzzled. She could not relate this woman to the timid one she had seen a few days ago. That Olivia had been too timid that she could not even fight back when she wanted to hit her. In fact, she had not dared talk back. But now…

My attention was divided. Tilting my head slightly, I finally decided to ask the question gnawing at me. “How do you know me?” The woman blinked, then let out a light laugh. “Oh, right. Sorry for not introducing myself sooner.” She said, her smile wide but insincere. “I’m Olivia Davis.” She continued, as if reading my confusion. “I was Jayden’s fiancée.” I raised an eyebrow, my expression blank. “Who?” Her smile froze for a moment before she chuckled under her breath. “You don’t even know the name of the man you destroyed. Like I thought—you really are dangerous.”

However, his eyes scanned the room restlessly, looking for Olivia's figure, while also—unconsciously—making sure there was no maroon dress among the sea of people. At the end of the red carpet, on a small podium decorated with white lilies and crystals, Olivia stood. The woman looked like an angel. A champagne gown encrusted with delicate sequins draped her slender body modestly and elegantly. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun, leaving her long neck impeccably clean. A stark contrast to Kania which is wild, messy and full of danger. Olivia is a quiet pier, where Arka is supposed to dock. But why did his lips still feel hot from the storm he had just left behind?

The first time he saw his future wife was the time she set foot on the beauty pageant his company had sponsored. Olivia Harmon was 22 years old, she was a model, freshly graduated from University where she studied Interior Design. Her confidence radiates through her wide smile, she was smart and witty from the way she answered the questions that were directed at her. Even from a very young age, she has a distinct elegance about her, the way she carried herself was very graceful and it caught his attention.

Old Grandma Katherine directed her gaze to meet Olivia's eyes before inquiring, “Olivia, who is your father, and what does he do for a living?” Even though the sudden question felt awkward after introducing herself earlier, Olivia replied, “My father is Jade Jaylen, and he is dead,” she paused. “My father and I built Jade Enterprise, the number one in the fashion, entertainment, and design market.” “Wow, that is amazing, no wonder you and my grandson are a couple. You are both matches made from heaven,” Grandma Katherine said sweetly, even though Olivia's surname reminded her of someone she doesn't want to remember.

She lifted her chin, drew in a deep breath, and whispered to herself: “I will prove it. I am not some fat, ugly woman abandoned by her husband. Nor am I a wife who ran away for another man. I am Olivia Levine—a designer the world will remember, and the daughter of a conglomerate.” Oscar Levine, her brother, entered the room carrying two cups of herbal tea. A calm smile softened Olivia’s features, though her heart was still troubled. "You’re not asleep yet?" he asked, placing the cups on the table. Olivia turned, then sat at her work desk, scattered with sheets of sketches. "I can’t sleep, Brother. Tomorrow is a big day. I must make sure everything is perfect. I cannot fail—not again."