Olivia Jarden Novels & Stories

"Oh, by the way, Olivia's already booked a private lounge for us to celebrate! Let's hurry over." Anathea nodded. "Okay. Inside the lounge, Olivia raised her glass as she cast a look of admiration at Anathea. "Let us raise our glasses and toast to Ms. Jacobson! Not only is she the champion of the Floristry World Cup, but she was also successfully commissioned by renowned international movie star Juliana Doyle to supply floral arrangements for her wedding!" Everyone else in the lounge raised their glasses. "Congratulations, Ms. Jacobson!" "Thank you, everyone." Anathea wore a faint smile as she raised her glass and downed her drink in one go. "The bill's on me tonight! Indulge yourselves, eve

Some stranger was speaking with him, but my attention wasn’t on the man. It was on the woman. Olivia Marchel. A-list actress and Eleanor Rowe London’s brand ambassador. I knew it was professional. But logic didn’t calm the fire burning through my veins. Every time Olivia laughed and every time her fingers brushed the sleeve of Julian’s suit, I wanted to rip her couture gown to shreds and pin her against the display glass. “Trouble in paradise?” Irine nudged me, her laugh dripping with satisfaction. “Who?” I asked flatly, feigning ignorance.

Olivia froze, and she felt as if her heart had stopped. ‘He must have heard that!’ She hid it so well for four years, but now, he had heard it. Plus, he had heard it during such a situation. She turned her face, not daring to look at John’s face. When Zac saw this, he quickly asked, “Pheebs, who is this?” Olivia grabbed Jennie’s hand and took a deep breath before standing up. She said to Zac and Ken, “Zac, this is Jennie Sutherland. She’s my partner at the atelier and also my best friend.”

Olivia is enjoying the city noise by humming softly at a roadside stop. The pleasure was shattered when his gaze fixed on a teenager who was being warmly held by his parents. Olivia clamped her hands together to get rid of the jealousy that always came to her. "When was I like that?" murmured Olivia questioningly. Often he wanted to be like other children. Loved and cared for by both parents, but both parents have to meet the creator first. Olivia's gaze fell when she felt she could no longer hold back jealousy mixed with longing. Olivia cried silently, only the tears continued to flood her cheeks. From time to time, Olivia was chanting a prayer for the parents during her tears.

Though, I started reviewing even before I graduated… nerves still lingering inside me. "What else?" Mrs. Alvarez asked. I don't know but they seem too interested in my life. "I'm also a fashion designer under Eithan Apparels. I do haute couture and wedding gowns." "Such a talent! I'm Olivia and a fashion model in the US. Hoping to work with you soon," said the gorgeous lady, Olivia Harris. "I'm just starting—" I was interrupted when Mrs. Gutierrez's voice dominated throughout the entire room when the door opened.

The next day at lunch time I’m not invited to go with Nancy and the others. No surprise there, after the way I snapped at Nancy yesterday. I look for the nearest cafe and sit alone with a latte between my hands. I observe people sitting near me for a while until I remember what’s in my purse. I take out my phone and call Miranda. “Who is this?” She asks. “It’s me, Olivia! This is my new number.” “You finally got a new number! Good for you! I was so sick of calling you home like we were in a bad 90’s movie. So, tell me what’s new.”

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

“Do you want Jorel to return to North Noriah, Mr. Clifford?” “I—” Before I could finish, the door swung open, and Olívia materialized in my office. “Hey, husband!” She flashed that smile that made me wonder what happiness even was—something her father had stolen from me long ago. She wore loose black pants, sturdy fabric, and a plain white shirt. A red-and-navy bow near the collar added a touch of understated color, matching her shoes. Her hair was down, as usual. Why the hell was she dressed *normally*? Were the garish colors just to mess with me?

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

“The good ones get away easily if you dally.” Jude snorts beside me. Luckily, it’s not loud enough for Marjorie to hear. “One of my friend’s daughters is a wedding organiser,” Marjorie is telling Jade, “I’ll give you her contact later. Call her and she’ll make you the most magical wedding, I promise.” “Okay, thank you,” Jade says.