Olivia Jarden Novels & Stories

"Good day, Mrs Osteen. We're glad to have you here! It's an honor to have the wife of the most famous business tycoon in our Mall today." Instantly, Olivia felt peeved by the woman's words. "Thank you!" Olivia responded, faking a smile. "We have the latest design collections we'd like you to try and trust me, you're going to love it" "Hm" Olivia responded with a nod. "Great! Let's go then.. Please come with me!" The woman walked ahead while Olivia reluctantly followed behind. In as much as she doesn't want to be recognized in public as Joel's wife, she had to do this for the sake of her plans in discovering her past. But how much more does she has to endure all this?

Darian who was in attendance wondered who the lucky lady was while Damian raised a brow in perplexity and took a sip off his glass. "Here comes the next heir to Arthur groups, Olivia Davidson!" Few gasps could be heard from the crowd while a thunderous applause rapt the air. The curtains behind Ivan parted slowly to reveal Olivia who was draped in a sleek Chanel dress, silver heels, and a subtle diamond brooch. She moved gracefully to the podium with a smile and the applause intensified as the lights poured on her. Darian's eyes grew into large circles as Olivia was unveiled, his mouth forming into a mute O. He was flabbergasted and kept staring in a catatonic stupor.

she jerked her hand away from him and stormed out of the room. No. Today really got her thinking about all the stuff she’d chosen to ignore along the line. She hated to even ask herself the questions, but…but was she actually on the right track with Mike? Although she really liked him, there had been so many ‘buts’ already in such a short amount of time. Olivia had always been the golden girl blessed with the kind of looks that turned heads and opened doors. Her modeling career took off in college and she graced several magazine covers and runways that made her the envy of her peers.

I hesitated before trying to answer so she spoke again, "Oh god. What did you do? You used to always do this when we were in high school. You would need me there so your parents would not freak out on you." I look at JP who comes over to me and pulls me into him. "You remember when we went to the beach and JP and I walked away for a little while to talk?" "Yes.... " I let out a breath of air that I didn't realize I was holding and continued, " Well, JP asked me something and I said yes. And then well... Oh god... I am no longer Olivia Jackson. I am officially Olivia Price." Becca's mouth fell open and Nick broke out in a grin.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

As if Diana's presence here was no big deal. "What do you mean?" Olive chuckled. "Can't you understand what I'm saying, Mrs. Diana? You must be much older than me, right?" Diana gritted her jaw. "I just want to talk to Thomas. I have nothing to do with you!" "Obviously there is!" Olive leaned back slightly. "If you forget who I am, it doesn't matter if we get reacquainted." Olive grinned. "I'm Olivia Charlotte. The future wife of Thomas Adam." She deliberately emphasized the word 'future wife' in her words just now.

OLIVIA I bring my top to my nose, drawing in the smell. I can't even catch a whiff of my perfume on the top anymore; it is now covered with Aiden's scent. I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from smiling. But, it is useless; my lips already curl upwards. I like it. I can't even lie. I'm so finished for Aiden. I know it, and I don't give a fuck. If I'm not a female simp for Aiden Blacksmith, who else am I supposed to simp on?

Zayden said, making Olivia smile there, even though Zayden didn't know it. *** Olivia wore a sky blue dress with a thin white cardigan. She tied up her hair and walked to the shoreline where the barbeque was taking place. As Zayden had said, she was getting credit for getting a big and savage kill. And according to Zayden too, the wolf was not dead, just unconscious and undergoing treatment in the treatment room. "Olivia, you're okay, right?" asked Ariana, approaching the woman. "Yes, brother. I'm sorry for leaving just now," Olivia said, feeling guilty.

People were going to think that I am a hypocritical person! Olivia then approached me and told me to drink the lemon water that she had preparred. I immediately asked her whether anyone was gossiping about me from last night while drinking the lemon water. Even though I did not want to drink what she made, I still did as it really made me feel better. At least that brat was good for something. Instead of answering me directly, Olivia looked at a corner, covered her mouth with her hand while her eyes started popping out! She looked like I had committed a crime or something. Her reaction to my question baffled me! What was she hiding?

I just sat behind the heavy oak desk, the faint blue glow of my laptop screen illuminating the dark room. My eyes fixed on the empty glass table where she had stood just hours ago. “His father passed away.” Would she ever let me in again? After everything I said, after how terrified she looked when I trapped her against the door... would she ever give me a second chance? A dark, dangerous resolve settled deep in my bones. It didn't matter if she wanted to keep her distance. She had no choice. I was never letting her go again. Not this time. I opened a private database on my laptop and typed in her full name—Olivia Blackwood, then Olivia Whitmore, and finally her current name, Olivia, CEO of