Olivia Jarden Novels & Stories

Now she just wanted to give birth to her baby and raise it well. After hearing Jasmine's words, Olivia did not know what to say. You know, her dream in her second year of junior high school was to meet a lady with millions of checks and contemptuously say to her, "give you 5 million dollars and leave my son." She will immediately pick up the check and leave. After all these years, not to mention 5 million, she even didn’t meet a person who took 50 dollars for her to leave. After returning from the park with Jasmine, Olivia got a W******p message.

And, when I had let her know, Olivia's eyes had beamed with excitement and understanding, begging me to let her experiment as well. Unfortunately, Jonny had decided to show up and tried to open the door. At least we'd been smart enough to lock it, which gave us plenty of time to get ready and try to look relatively normal. “What are you thinking about?” Olivia's question brought me back to reality. "The first time I saw these beauties.” I answered taking my hands to her breasts to caress them over her shirt, fortunately, the bra was in absence. "Excellent memory.” She agreed with a breathless laugh "But I think there is something to celebrate today...”

Breanna blurted out before laughing to herself. Clearing my throat, I wrapped my arm around Olivia’s waist tightly and raised my voice. “Meet my girlfriend and baby mama, Olivia Jamerson.” “You’re serious? What the f*cking hell is the matter with you, Joshua? Don’t you know who she is? Did your memory loss mess with your head? She’s Outcast Olive!” Breanna yelled out in absolute fury as she stomped the floor.

Both Artemis and Oliva had their hair tied up, and their wills steeled up, were now standing inside the ring. Dollar Twenty smiled when she saw the two stepping inside the ring, "On one side we have the 23-years-old Olivia Richards, the daughter of the honorary clan elder, Mr. Adam Richards of the Phoenix Gods. Miss Olivia Richard has been trained by her father all her life and is known by her peers to have a great talent for swordsmanship. Her skills are even acknowledged by Mr. Dev Bakshi."

His chiseled features were shadowed by the dim light, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. “What truth?” Max’s voice was cold, his gaze filled with suspicion as he turned to face her. Taking a cautious step closer, Olivia lowered her voice as though afraid of being overheard. “Jenny isn’t who you think she is. She’s selfish, consumed only by her desires.” She paused deliberately, gauging his reaction before delivering her next words. “Did you know she was thrown out of her home? She’s... obsessed with seeking attention from men, even strangers.”

Mrs Harlow sat on the chair. "Yes godmother and Irish is going to make so many beautiful dresses for me" Jessica announced to Mrs Harlow happily. "That's one of the things you enjoy, having a fashion designer close to you" Mrs Harlow smiled. She had decided to make Irish her personal fashion designer but she's not ready to tell her yet. "And Irish, the olivia you're talking about,do you know her last name?" Mrs Harlow asked. The name Olivia is quite rare in California and the only Olivia she knew was Olivia Mails. the princess of King city.

I swore I saw her shoot me another disdainful glance, but Nathan didn’t seem to notice. “Mom and dad won’t meet the spy’s daughter,” she said. “They’re both furious.” Nathan let out a sigh and frowned. “Um… I’m Olivia, by the way,” I said, trying to be polite although this girl made me uncomfortable already. “I don’t think we’ve met.” “Oh! Right!” Nathan said, slapping his forehead. “Olivia, this is my adopted sister, Jenifer.” I took in the girl’s appearance. Similarly to Layla, Jenifer was slender and pale, and looked rather frail. However, whereas Layla’s demure appearance made her look beautiful and charming, Jenifer just looked… sickly.

I have to look for him n apologize to him. I fixed my blonde hair and touched my make up and left the female bathroom,with Stacy and Sandra following me. I suddenly stopped and turned to them. "do you girls have to follow me everywhere" I asked rudely. And they shake their heads while I just walked away. Am Olivia Jones the only daughter of the fifth richest man in America Mr Owen I have a twin brother Oliver his so annoying if your wondering about my mom Silvia she's dead she died after giving birth to me n olie.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

I settled onto the couch, pulling out my phone to go through some emails that had piled up over the course of the day. Contracts. Timelines. Numbers. As I started working while Jasmine did her thing, I suddenly heard her sweet, excited voice call out— “Olivia!” My head snapped up instantly. I saw her walking into the boutique… Olivia. She was dressed in a soft-colored blouse tucked neatly into tailored trousers, her hair falling naturally around her shoulders. There was nothing excessive about her outfit, and yet she looked effortlessly striking. Decent. Comfortable. Confident in a quiet way. She smiled as she approached Jasmine… until her eyes met mine.