The Real Olivia Baker From All American Novels & Stories

Madam Cailyn grabbed her hand and said, “Are you… really Ms. Larson? I… heard Ms. Larson was dead. So, you…” Looking at the tears bubbling in Madam Cailyn’s eyes, Olivia made up her mind and shook her head. “Madam Cailyn, you have mistaken me for someone else. I’m Phoebe James. I just look like Ms. Larson.” Madam Cailyn was disappointed when she heard that. “Huh? You are not Ms. Larson? I… am so sorry about that.” “It doesn’t matter. I’m used to it.” Madam Cailyn let go of Olivia’s hand and made way for them to enter. “Come in first. Mr. Sam is changing his clothes in his room.”

Her stomach twisted at the thought of lying, but the alternative seemed equally unbearable. ** The next morning, Olivia awoke to chaos. Her phone was flooded with messages, and every news channel seemed to be covering the same story. Grabbing her phone, she saw the latest headline: “Ethan Cole Breaks Silence: ‘Leave Olivia Hart Alone’” Her heart stopped. Clicking on the article, she read Ethan’s brief but powerful statement. “The rumors surrounding Olivia Bennett are baseless and harmful. I will not tolerate the defamation of her character. Respect her privacy.”

I hesitated before trying to answer so she spoke again, "Oh god. What did you do? You used to always do this when we were in high school. You would need me there so your parents would not freak out on you." I look at JP who comes over to me and pulls me into him. "You remember when we went to the beach and JP and I walked away for a little while to talk?" "Yes.... " I let out a breath of air that I didn't realize I was holding and continued, " Well, JP asked me something and I said yes. And then well... Oh god... I am no longer Olivia Jackson. I am officially Olivia Price." Becca's mouth fell open and Nick broke out in a grin.

Betty even went as far as face palming, recognizing Olivia Pikes from her past. “Isn’t that Olivia Pikes, the fashion designer? “What is she saying?” “Is Blake Elon her husband?” Questions erupted in the venue, and confusion reigned, not excluding Blake. “Cough, sorry? What? I don’t understand your question. This is the first time meeting, isn’t it?” Blake asked, confused. “Indeed, we have only met here, but you are my husband, and I have been looking for you for a long time,” Olivia explained. “Ever since the Kingdom of Agartha fell.”

I said and she smiled, she’s the last kid and even though she’s now an adult, she still smiled and joked around like a little kid. We all continued our meal until a loud bang on the door came sending chills down everyone’s spine. Olivia quickly went to check the security cameras, but she fell to the ground immediately she saw what was happening, I left my meal and rushed to her side. “Ain’t Olivia?” I called, but she looked as though she’d seen a ghost, I turned to look at the security footage and what I saw scared the hell out of me, it was her husband, the one that was masked as Doctor Dale but his real name was Morgan. I took a step back, I was frozen in time, unable to move or think.

“You can’t be teasing those without showing me.” “Hm,” drunk Olivia whispered. “Okay then.” Then, in the video, Olivia pulled her bikini down and her breasts came into view. She watched herself touch them and react, unable to look away even as her stomach twisted with embarrassment.

Taylor's trembling voice brought them back to reality. "That young lady is Diana Thompson? The one who always looks like she's been through hell? That wild and unruly Diana?" The people in the room gaped, as if they could swallow an egg. But on closer inspection, it did seem to be Miss Diana Thompson. So she could be this beautiful without any makeup on! Olivia finally came back to her senses. She looked surprised, and then said, "It's Diana. Why are you dressed like this?" Diana frowned, "Why are you calling me that?"

She took a baking sheet of sugar cookies out of the oven and put it on the stove to cool before putting the cake batter in round tins into the oven. “I didn’t know what to say,” I said in a creaky voice. I pushed my fingers into my tangled hair and massaged my head. I hadn’t done anything since Hannah had fired me, and Aaron had dumped me, all in one day. “You could have told me what was going on,” Olivia scolded. “After talking on Monday morning, everything sounded so great.” “It was too good to be true.” Olivia sighed and brought me a cup of tea from the kitchen, sitting down on the couch opposite me with her cup of tea. She would wait in the living room until the cake was ready to come ou

He then handed the microphone to Olivia. Olivia calmly took the microphone, a smile on her lips, and stood there, unhurriedly expressing her thanks, "Hello everyone, I'm Olivia Johnson. I'm very grateful that you could find time in your busy schedules to attend my father's birthday banquet..." She was dressed in a gorgeous evening gown, wearing five-inch high heels. With a light smile in her eyes and a soft, confident voice, she stood on stage, exuding an elegance that was hard to resist. After Olivia finished her polite remarks, the master of ceremonies praised her a few more words, and then Alpha Hunter arranged for the cake to be cut.

I’ve never touched a pot in my life, and I don’t think we have any butter in the fridge, so I guess I’ll be eating dry toast on the way out. A smell wafts up from the kitchen that makes me freeze. Our kitchen has never smelt like that, like… honey bacon wrapped in refreshing peach tea and salty eggs. I slow my gait as I approach the kitchen, and the sight I see has my lips quirks up a bit. Olivia is there, her hair in a bun, standing over a pan and flipping a golden omelette. She’s bobbing her head and humming something under her breath that could rival an angel’s song. Hunter’s apron sits like a dress over her clothes.