Olivia Jarden Novels & Stories

I might as well try and stop my heart from beating on its own. Olivia Radcliffe is a total sex pot. Eighteen years old, she should be modeling in Europe or lounging in the sun in a mansion in Los Angeles. Her I*******m account is private, which I’m sure is a result of her bAnatoliging to one of the richest families in America, but if it wasn’t, she’d have tens of millions of followers.

She wasn't a girly girl who loved to parade in dresses, anyway. “Guess I am wearing a T-shirt and jeans now since that’s all I have,” Olivia replied with a shrug, trying to keep the smug look off her face. She had a feeling that Jenny was planning a shopping spree for her from the devilish glint in her eyes. But she could face it when the time comes. For now, she was safe. Or so she thought… “No you are not!” “Huh?”

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

Jenifer replied. Olivia gave Jenifer a lot of advice regarding her marriage to the crown prince. Olivia herself is not a hypocrite, she is happy that the crown prince really wants Jenifer. Jenifer had graduated from school and was working in government finance. So Olivia hoped that Jenifer would soon legalize herself as the crown prince's wife. *** "Ready or not, you have to get married before Marcelo changes his mind and loves another woman," Olivia said. "Mom," said Jenifer who was a little surprised by Olivia's words.

Andres just stared, unreadable as ever. Olivia stepped into the room, trailed by two servers. She froze when she spotted her father. “Olivia,” Jared began, switching to Serbian as he pulled her into a hug. “You’re letting my princess work?” he asked, turning to Oliver. “Not exactly,” Oliver replied smoothly. “She wanted to, so I allowed it. Keeps her happy.” “Good answer, Oliver,” Jared said, his tone firm but playful. “I’ve got four boys and her. She’s the jewel.”

I deserved way better than this. Olivia Vegera was obviously the perfect match for Aiden. I wanted to know what made her soo special so I had googled her earlier this morning and read all about her achievements and family background and I didn't even come close. She is a fashion expert and had her own fashion brand, the KY fashion brand. No wonder she was able to get the approval of Gloria Hart because she portrayed the perfect daughter in-law image. " You are going to get through this......believe me, we are. I am going to make sure of it" Jade stated, interrupting my intrusive thoughts.

, a calm voice asked behind her. Startled and back to reality, Anaïs turned to see a middle-aged woman standing behind with a smile. “Yes, it is,” Anaïs replied, smiling back. “Our fashion designing team put their heart and soul into making this masterpiece.” She said, “Ohh, don't mind my manners, I am Charlotte Olivia, the chief operation officer.” “Nice to meet you, Ms. Olivia; I am Anaïs Iluak.” “Come on, no need to introduce yourself. You are the hottest topic right now so definitely I know who you are.” Olivia replied with a cheeky grin.

I quickly glanced at the caller ID: Janice. I took a brief, polite pause, then excused myself from the table, my expression unreadable as I made my way toward the nearest corner for privacy. Pressing the phone to my ear, I greeted Janice, but before I could say much, Janice jumped straight into the news. “You’re not going to believe this,” Janice’s voice crackled with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. “Olivia’s getting married—to none other than Jaden.” I felt a flicker of surprise, then exhaled slowly, a small smile tugging at my lips despite myself.

“Their family has handed us the preliminary construction work. I want our end executed with precision.” Just as we stepped toward the elevators, a voice cut through the air like a sharp whistle. “Well, well. Look who’s playing boss today.” Olivia. Her heels clicked obnoxiously on the marble tiles as she strutted toward us in an ivory pantsuit that probably cost more than the last two months of payroll. “I hope you ladies know,” she began, flashing a faux-smile at the three women behind me, “that she’s not only an ex-convict but also engaged while shamelessly flirting with another man. Scandalous, isn’t it? Imagine the PR disaster.”

She had long black hair that touched her waist and that was all most people had seen of her. But, some people had seen than that. They had seen her fingers and her nails which were always painted black and were always covered by gloves. Some had seen her eyes which were always surrounded by black shades of eye shadow and her lips that seemed blacker each time you looked at it. But, none had noticed those bright blue irises that sparkled whenever she smiled. Neither had anyone seen her smile. They all knew her name and all she did but most of them would never recognize her if she wore a color other than black. She was Jade Adler, the Gothic troublemaker who had almost burned down the school d