Sexy Olivia Rodrigo Novels & Stories

she clarifies, "It'll be okay. It's not that serious. Nothing is ever that serious." Olivia is extremely chill… maybe too much? I don’t know. "I really want Rio's parents to like me," I admit, "You think that’ll be easy? Are they as cool as you?" "Oh, honey, not at all. But no one is as cool as me," she replies with a pitiful pout, "Rio’s daddy is my nemesis, think of the most snobbish and annoying person in the universe, that's him... however, he loves his twins as much as one can love anything and he's been sleeping with one eye open, hoping one of them finds their fated mate just so the scales will even out and he'll stop feeling like I'm winning, you know, since Laurie found King. So it'

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.

“Careful what you say, madam. The boss will not be pleased if he hears what you’re saying.” Olivia knew quite well what Nero was capable of. But she was already desperate and mad with grief. “Connor is the one I love–” “And yet you are here, signora. Married to Nero de Santis. Carrying his heir. This is the truth you must face. The only truth you have to accept. Your husband will never let you go. Ever. Not you, not the child which you carry.” The finality of her words brought fresh tears to Olivia’s eyes. Fate was just very cruel to her. Just when she thought she had already resigned and given herself up to fate—Connor arrived.

I walked past him, went to my dressing table and lathered lotion on my skin. “Olivia, talk to me, please.” He begged but I wasn’t ready to say anything. I was still angry, and I blamed him too. Instead of asking questions and finding out what happened to Lupita, he pushed her out. “Baby, please. You are making me worry, what is wrong with you, did Lupita do something to you?” I glared at him. “What do you think she could do to me? I am Olivia Wallker, daughter of a mafia kingpin, ex-wife of the manipulative and cunning Nick Jones, my friend and brother is Ethan. Tell me, what could Lupita possibly do to me?”

He had pushed me into one of those big office chairs that spun while he took to standing behind me. "Okay, look at the left screen here" I followed his finger that pointed towards one of the large screens. My eyes widening in recognition of the scene, there was no audio but I knew what I was watching. It was the moment I had asked Noah to marry me, I followed Noah's movements as he dropped the hammer, embracing me in his arms. "I don't-" my words were cut off as Sebastian leaned over once again hitting another button. The time at the bottom of the screen changed, he was fast-forwarding the footage to later that night. My eyes were glued to the screen as I watched Noah strutting back into the

Olivia elaborated. " I have a girlfriend." Alexander stated, watching her keenly. " I couldn't care less." Olivia returned his gaze. For some reason, Alexander found this particular sister amusing. She didn't even once throw herself at him and she dared to look him in the eyes when speaking back. " What's in it for you?" He squinted his eyes, waiting for the catch. There was always a catch. " Nothing. I simply just desire to be with you." Olivia shrugged. Alexander remained silent, eyeing her skeptically. Whatever her plan was, he'd find out soon.

I ask her. She looks over at me and shakes her head. “No, it’s long gone by now…” she sighs. I smile at her and nod. Probably true, if anyone picked up a phone, they would take it for themselves. When we got to the store, we get the phone set up and a few things Kira wanted. Though my daughter isn’t spoiled she loves getting things from me. Olivia has done an amazing job with her. It takes me back to when I saw Olivia again, she was at a mall, I knew right away the baby was mine, I remembered the night we were together and I remembered her being a virgin, though I only found out the next morning when she was already gone.

- Pérola? - I smiled after looking at the girl. It was her, it was only a matter of time before she stole Heitor's heart. - Oliviah, nice to meet you! You're beautiful, I'm sorry to be indiscreet... - Hello, Olivia!" she shook my hand. Her hand was cold and nervous. - I'm sorry but... I'm tense, I don't know if all this is a good idea... and I... I'm sorry but your son is a pain in the ass! And I think...

The man was just like Pedro although he was on the jovial mischievous side "So I received the instructions…ehehe…Olivia does this mean" "Keep an eye on them, especially that Solange…if she misbehaves…let the sex tape go viral…wanna see how the Phillips family handles the Scandal, "Olivia said in a serious tone. She already had her eyes on Solange. The fact that Solange was married to Luciano put her at a disadvantage, the Phillips family was known all over. Solange was their prestigious daughter married to the most admired man in all of Mexico. Antonia would die of shame once she learned her precious daughter-in-law just committed infidelity

What hope did I have if any, that the prince would look my way if women like her were always around him? “Mind your business Rodrigo, a slave should have no business poke-nosing in elite matters, that's how slaves get their noses sliced right off,” Olivia spat acidly, baring her teeth as her eyes flicked from the woman I could feel standing behind me to my face, the hate in her pea-black eyes surprising me enough that I backed away as she stormed past, knocking her shoulder painfully into my collarbone. “What the hell was that?” Lori whispered fiercely as she strutted over to me with Anya’s hand laced through hers, her caramel brown eyes widened with what I was beginning to think looked more