Random Reading Olivia Fordham Novels & Stories

People were going to think that I am a hypocritical person! Olivia then approached me and told me to drink the lemon water that she had preparred. I immediately asked her whether anyone was gossiping about me from last night while drinking the lemon water. Even though I did not want to drink what she made, I still did as it really made me feel better. At least that brat was good for something. Instead of answering me directly, Olivia looked at a corner, covered her mouth with her hand while her eyes started popping out! She looked like I had committed a crime or something. Her reaction to my question baffled me! What was she hiding?

dad said and hugged his friend "Everyone is here in town their heading to the hotel," Andrei said looking at Olive "Andrei this is my fiance Olivia. Babe this is the mafia leader Andrei Sokolov. Their very good friends of us," I said "Good to meet you," Olive said "You too my dear. But you have to excuse me and Alex for I while I need to talk to him," Andrei said "Sure we'll be in the kitchen," mom said I grabbed Olive's hand pulled her into my arms and kissed her before I went upstairs with the rest when the door closed Jace punched me

He laughed out loud. Rhea Oligario shakes hands with Don Vandolf. “It’s so nice to see you again, Don Vandolf. Thank you for inviting me here,” she said, wearing her best smile. “Oligario?” Diana whispered. Her father simply kicked her, so that she stood up from her seat. “Welcome to our home, Mrs. Oligario. I’m Diana, Don Vandolf’s youngest, prettiest and most favorite daughter.” “Nice to meet you, hija. I heard a lot of things about you. Congratulations on your clothing line. It has been making noise in the market recently,” Rhea said.

Meanwhile.. Olivia Russell Olivia casually bounced onto the sofa and brought out the tv remote, about to type in a film on her NETFL*X account when a message suddenly entered her phone. She decided to completely ignore it but another message came and that kept on repeating itself for the last five minutes. Fed up, she angrily picked the phone ready to blast the person who had dared to disturb her peace when she suddenly saw that they were messages from different Fashion Companies. She carelessly flung the remote to a corner and fixated her whole attention onto the screen of her phone.

"Look Maynard, you are a celebrity. if this gets out, your career is going to go down the drain and I will be the target of public ridicule. People will tag me as a selfish and inconsiderate wife and Evelyn will be tagged as the victim which will out you in a tighter spot. To avoid all this drama just get married to her after all they is literally nothing we can do about it. This is just to set things straight". olivia explained as tears dropped from her eyes. Maynard hugged her tightly inhaling the scent of hair. They stayed like that for two minutes and he helped her to sit on the bed and wiped her tears with his thumb

The car ticked as it cooled. The front door banged open before I even reached for the handle. Olivia came down the steps, hoodie unzipped, dance bag banging against her hip, one earbud dangling loose. “You’re cutting it close,” she said, yanking open the passenger door and sliding in. “I’m not late.” I started the car again. “We’ve got time.” She rolled her eyes and plugged the loose earbud back in. “Franklin texted. Said he’s inviting us to their vow renewal thing. Said to make sure you know too.”

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.

Suddenly, a disharmonious female voice broke the dreamy atmosphere in the air. “Mr. York! You really shouldn’t be asking her for a dance!” Olivia strutted over on her limited edition heels as she glanced at Melanie in disdain. “Who are you?” Leo was displeased. “Who are you to dictate who I dance with?” “It doesn’t matter who I am. You’ll understand why once I explain my reasons to you,” Olivia said with a wave of her hand. Someone behind her stepped forward, and handed her a small remote control. Olivia posed flamboyantly as she pressed a button on the remote control. A news report flashed onto the big screen, drawing everyone’s attention to the photos featured on it.

Olivia saw an unfamiliar face. The face was exquisite, but she didn't feel a sense of familiarity. So, she figured that the woman was a stranger. But the woman looked at Olivia like she knew her. "Do you know me?" Olivia asked. The woman regained her composure and said with a smile, "In a way." The woman stood up. Her posture was elegant and confident as she stuck her hand out. "Hi, I'm Jacqueline Fordham." This name … Olivia couldn't help but ask, "You're a Fordham?"

Hillary continued scathingly. “What is this all about you and Mark? God!” Olivia exploded “I wish there were more people like him in the world, or at least in this place, you know why? Because of attitudes like yours, I'd rather be with Mark a thousand times than spend a minute with any of you!” She continued looking at Hillary and Cindy, "You guys are the worst! Mark didn’thing to you!” Without giving them time to answer, she took my hand to get us away from those idiots. “Do you know what’s the worst?” We heard Daniel ask “That at no point did Liv's pet defend himself! We already know who’s the bitch in the relationship.” He laughed.