Olivia Omb Novels & Stories

The three of them then left Olivia, who knows since when she put her hands together because she was annoyed. "Look! How arrogant the three of them are," Olivia grumbled, "just be careful if I get a decent job, and a lot of pay. I'll definitely buy their smug mouths!" ***

Helena subconsciously asked, “Who is this other friend that you speak of?” Olivia laughed and said, “This friend of mine is a Russian oligarch, Aman Ramovic.” Helena had already learnt that Olivia intended to sell her off to Aman Ramovic from her two attendants. So, when she heard this, she was stunned in her heart. However, she tried her best to control her emotions, and she pretended to be surprised as she asked, “Olivia, when did you become friends with such a vulgar person?”

Elliot stepped forward, immediately getting the attention of the whole room. "A very good evening to everyone, I Elliot Elamite ask each and every one to give me your faith and I promise to deliver. Not just as a Prince but as a future Matriarch of our kind and of course I will not be alone in this," He looked behind him as he beckoned Olivia to step forward and take the place beside him, she looked angelic in her white strapless gown, thought Arianna. "Standing as my equal, my mate Olivia Harrington."

Olivia crossed the room and set one of the two flutes of sparkling juice down before lowering herself into one of the two guest chairs. "Thanks. How's the jet lag?" Noemi picked up her glass and sipped. "I am so tired." Olivia slumped in her seat. They sipped their juice for a moment, both openly studying the other. Olivia was a pretty girl with sun streaked blonde hair, freckles and tanned skin that spoke of a lot of time spent outdoors. She was that type who didn't need to wear a bit of make-up to look gorgeous either. Scarlett had mentioned Olivia's backpacking all over the place and she looked the part from her worn, slip-on shoes to the jeans worn through with holes Noemi doubted had be

The moment she reached the entrance, she disappeared inside without offering so much as a greeting. Olivia instinctively tightened her grip around her bag. Without a single insulting word being spoken, she still felt crushed beneath the invisible weight of intimidation. Her gaze lowered slightly, suddenly aware of how painfully ordinary she looked in comparison. Several seconds later, Liam stepped out of the truck and approached her calmly. “Who is she?” Olivia finally asked, unable to stop herself. Her eyes still followed the direction where Chatrine had vanished. “An art student doing an internship,” Liam answered shortly. “Oh... a student.”

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.

she says with a disapproved sigh. "That wouldn't be the first he's tried" I answer looking away from the drama scene and toward my grandparents talking with someone. Portia Oliver, she was one of Camila's lawyer, one of the few people who had access to anything Camila owned. Her father has been trying for years to get his hands on that money, he's taken enough but it seems it's never enough for him until he has everything. I was the beneficiary for anything Camila left behind, so there was no way Nick could bribe anyone to get anything from them, I was the only person with the go ahead.

I'm sorry that it is like this for us' Lilac whimpered. 'It's now not your fault, I'm comfortable you're my wolf' I tried to motivateolivia P.O.V

he commanded us before leaving, his tone leaving no room for argument. A short break came after, and Hunter also excused himself from the judges' table. The two men disappeared behind the stage, clearly off to handle the aftermath of the wardrobe malfunction. "Classic, that's how you get revenge on a bitch," Olivia said, confirming that she had orchestrated the entire humiliating incident. "How could you do something like this to someone?" I asked, flabbergasted by her ruthless behavior. My mind was racing with disbelief and a sense of moral outrage. "How? I told you, Lily. I'll do anything to stop anyone from pursuing my men. If you think I'm the bad guy, then you're mistaken. You don't kno

One of the men said into his encrypted earphone. Right then, the back door of the Lamborghini Urus swinged open, and an elegant lady with a dark gown stepped down. She is Miss Olivia, the successor of the late Otedola of the Otedola Empire. In fact, Miss Olivia was just returning from the cemetery where she went to pay her last respect to her late dad, Mr Otedola. Mr Otedola is the most important figure of Blackstone city and few weeks ago, he kicked the bucket forcing Olivia to come back home from overseas. After all she is the sole successor of the Otedola Empire.