The Real Olivia Baker From All American Novels & Stories

Breanna blurted out before laughing to herself. Clearing my throat, I wrapped my arm around Olivia’s waist tightly and raised my voice. “Meet my girlfriend and baby mama, Olivia Jamerson.” “You’re serious? What the f*cking hell is the matter with you, Joshua? Don’t you know who she is? Did your memory loss mess with your head? She’s Outcast Olive!” Breanna yelled out in absolute fury as she stomped the floor.

"Are you sure? my parents...they won't approve." "I know they won't, But we can't live our lives in fear. We have to stand up for ourselves, I'll sit right here and wait for them, you can continue what you were doing "I smiled at her and sat down. Olivia stared at me for a while and then walked back to the counter. Her eyes moved from the entrance of the bakery then back to me. Suddenly, the door to the bakery opened, and Olivia's mom stepped inside. "Olivia!" her mother called out, "We are back, come take this to the baking room" her mom said out loud dragging a bag of flour.

Olivia looked at the tall building ahead of her. Previously, he had managed to escape the pursuit of three thugs, and during the trip he received a sheet of paper containing job vacancies. "Wanted by a woman in her twenties to be a salesperson for a cookware company." Likewise with the content in the newspaper. Olivia steadily walked towards the building. A towering building, who knows how many floors in it. "Sorry, who are you?" Olivia gasped as she questioned the security guard on her right.

And here I was, thinking that he didn't have any backbone. “Let go of me, you pathetic imbecile!" “No!" Retorted Pierre. “You are going to tell us the truth! Who is Olivia's real mother?!" “I told you that I don't know. She was left as a child on our doorstep and…” The basement door opened, and we whipped our heads around. My jaw dropped. "Olivia?” She was in tears as she stood there looking at all of us. "What did you just say?...”

For the lives I’ve destroyed. Dr. Richard Hale Amelia sat in the conference room. The letter shaking in her hands. Olivia had killed Elena. Then spent fifteen years pretending to mourn her. Pretending to hate Kael. Manipulating everyone. Why? For what? Her phone rang. Olivia. As if she knew. Amelia stared at the name on the screen. Answered. “Hello?” “Amelia. We need to talk. I know you met with Hale’s lawyer. I know what the letter says.”

"I want a mocha from the coffee shop across the street, with three ice cubes, no sugar or milk. Fifteen minutes, and the countdown begins." Olivia muttered a curse under her breath and hurried out. Watching her leave, Allen Parker let out a quiet sigh, then smiled again. "Mr. Parker, you seem unusually cheerful today," Amanda said, glancing in the direction Olivia had gone and then back at Allen Parker's smiling face, sensing that something was ambiguous. Allen Parker didn't intend to hide his interest in Olivia from Amanda. He asked, "Is Lucas's makeup done?"

Rebecca said as she turned toward the voice that had spoken to her. It was a young lady that looked like she would be Rebecca’s age or a little older. The lady smiled softly. “Oh, sorry! Where are my manners? My name is Olivia Colman, and you must be Sophia Clark.” Sophia Clark was Rebecca’s fake name for the night. But she was surprised at how the woman knew. “How did you know my name?” Rebecca asked with an arch of her perfectly thinned brow. Olivia smiled. “It’s time. Come with me; we’re about to discuss our hatred for that soul.”

With a radiant face like a good wife, Olivia was wearing an apron and cooking for all her lazy guests. “Look at our model women today!” Laila pouted who just came out of her room. It just so happened that her room was near the kitchen, so she must have woken up to the smell of Olivia's mouth-watering cooking. "Good morning all." Olivia is such a gentle angel. She wasn't even affected at all by the scorn of her lazy friends. With graceful movements she kept turning the bacon, while on the other stove she watched her hot crackling egg.

Julian’s POV I was frozen, staring at this Olivia ‘impersonator,’ immediately seeing Olivia herself before me. “Hello, Alpha,” she said, and even her smile was the same. She politely bowed her head, then looked up at me from under her lashes. “My name is Becky.” It took a moment, but when I recovered from my shock, my anger tripled. “What’s the meaning of this, Olivia?” Tony laughed. “Olivia? Cousin, you heard her. Her name is Becky. She works at the theater. I’ve known her for years.”

“I don’t think… that’s your real name.” Evalina closed her eyes for a moment. Her heart pounded. This was the moment. There was nothing left to hide. She turned around. “You’re right.” Hunter frowned. Evalina looked at him, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “My name… isn’t Evalina Wilson. It’s the name I used to survive.” Hunter slowly walked toward her. “Then who are you really?” She took a deep breath. “My name… is Olivia. Olivia Grace.” Hunter felt as if he’d been struck by a sledgehammer.