Olivia Omb Novels & Stories

"But I don't know how to stop feeling this way." Olivia knew what it was like to have something terrible happen and discover that surviving the event didn't mean your mind simply moved past it. After someone tried to kill her, nightmares followed her for months. Ethan eventually connected her with Isaac, one of New York's best therapists—and one of his close friends. "I'm more than certain Isaac can help you," Olivia said. "I'll text him tonight." She squeezed my hand. "And I'll personally take you to see him." I nodded.

Ariana inquired, leaving Bastian confused. "Know what?" asked Bastian. "What exactly happened?" asked Renata worriedly. "Daddy knows that Olivia is the daughter of Darius Eleazar, right? She's Jonathan Eleazar's twin. Daddy knows all that, right?" Ariana asked. Bastian was silent for a while at Ariana's question, but he couldn't help but be honest. In today's incident, when Jonathan arrived and caused chaos, everyone was aware that Olivia was a descendant of the Eleazar family, a significant adversary of the Sanders family.

I asked teasingly, knowing how much she hated being called that. “Come on, Les,” she sighed, collapsing onto the bed without caution. Her soft breasts shook aggressively, making my dick jerk. “My name is Olivia; call me that and stop with this kitten nonsense.” “So, did you get the job as an intern?” Her face lit up, and she smiled. “What do you take me for? I'm the renowned Olivia Brown, for goodness' sake. I get everything I want whenever I want it.”

I don't know how Oli reacts because I leave the room without turning back to her and once I'm far away enough to no longer smell her, all clarity returns to me. I lean back against the wall to give myself a moment to collect my thoughts. This is the worst thing that could happen and I never considered it for a moment. Not once. Omegas are so fücking small and delicate looking, always being fragile and mostly useless. I never imagined Olivia to be one. Not because she’s extremely big or something, but she is taller than most girls. Stronger than most girls. She likes playing football with us and running and getting dirty. She acts like a beta, she always has.

But she didn't look like she was one of the sales team. “I know, calm down. I know you're outraged and probably guessing that I don't belong here, and you right.” She said, and I moved to get out, but she blocked my way. “Olivia, I'm Inspector Dallos, and I wanted to show you something I thought you might like.” She whispered "I doubt if there is anything an inspector could show me that I would like." I said, the fun of shopping gone. She took out a cell phone and showed me a video. From outside the place looked like those places the rich and famous blew their money.

, 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.

She looked the part of the grieving, betrayed fiancée; her eyes were slightly red, and the way her voice trembled made my skin crawl. “Please, everyone, one question at a time,” Evelyn said into the forest of microphones. Then, she looked directly into the camera lens. “Yes, her name is Olivia Brown. My fiancé, Liam Smith, had twins with her. It is a reality I have tried to handle with grace, but I cannot stay silent anymore. Because of the love I have for Liam, I decided to accept those children as my own, despite the fact that their biological mother is nothing but a wretched, opportunistic slut who is trying to dismantle our family.”

But what Olivia didn’t know— What she couldn’t see— Was the small black camera hidden inside her chandelier. Streaming. Recording. Broadcasting her every move to a private server registered under one name: Mia Williams.

Keeping them outside and away was Olivia’s number one priority. Alexandra looked at the other woman, stunned at her beauty. Yeah, she’d known that Olivia Foreman, formerly Olivia Jameson, was an ex-model. She’d seen Liv’s photos plastered across men’s magazine covers, and she’d also read about the horrific attack that had unceremoniously ended that career.

“I didn’t want my friend to show up alone, so I offered.” “So the Mrs knows you’re here?” “Yes, of course.” Olivia turned to the camera and winked. The interviewer made a sound that was caught between a cheer and awe. “Wow, how interesting. I don’t think I could handle seeing my man with such a stunner, but Isabella has always been different from the other elites.” Olivia agreed, and Adrian just stood there smiling. Ethan appeared on screen, walking past them with a flurry of cameras and reporters running after him. Adrian’s smile faltered, and he quickly wrapped up the interview. Saying something about Julian that my ears tuned out.