The Real Olivia Baker From All American Novels & Stories

And now I lean back, actually interested. Olivia Dalton has well over a million followers, a rising star in modeling who got very popular all of a sudden... but if she got popular because of this guy, then that changes things. "Okay. Give me a second," I lift a finger at her, "I'm going to g****e him. Tell him I'm on a call." "You got it," she responds, her smile growing bigger, "But just so you know... he is bigger in person. And hotter. Glorious."

It had to be Alicia, I checked my time and I was sure that it was her. “I’m home!” Olivia walked in looking really beautiful in makeup and her singer outfit in the club. Noticing the tense atmosphere and everyone staring at her, she paused and blinked. she touched her face and her eyes widened, “Oh…you guys looking at my face?” She rolled her eyes, “Barnes said he wanted us to have a ‘family’ picture. So every staff was in on it.” She rambled. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I began to feel a growth that made me adjust my pants to feel more comfortable.

I'm pretty sure Olivia was only happy to be awake because my mom was taking her to the bakery again today. As soon as she got home yesterday she talked non-stop about it, even when she was covered in flour. Telling both Knox and I every detail of how she learned to make make bread, cookies, and pastries. She even learned to work the cash register. I was 100% certain she ate most of what she baked because she was practically bouncing off the walls.

POV JEANNE … "Oh? So you showed your fangs soon after Leo left here? I thought you'd be a bit more patient," I said as I grinned at the middle-aged woman in front of me. Olivia Morgan, anyone would recognize her name that had been spread in the media as the second wife of the United States Treasury Secretary, Issaac Morgan. "I know the political world is full of gimmicks, but I didn't expect the cast to be so pathetic," I said again while looking at Olivia sarcastically.

“You go first. What did you want to tell me?” I sat on the other end of the couch, organized my thoughts, and began to tell her what I discovered. “Do you remember when I told you the one doorman at the apartment building works here as a gardener, and I saw Alex’s chauffeur circling your block in Alex’s personal car?” “Yes,” she said. “You said Alex was watching over me, and I was glad he still cared.” “There was more to it than that,” I insisted. “The letters and e-mails my father and I sent out were answered. Olivia Owens is a famous stage actress in her country.”

Olivia said with excitement. Asher raises his brows “You'll accidentally bake arsenic and poison me to death.” He chuckles. “I won't! Shut Up! You'll love it so much you'll faint.” Olivia covers her ears which burn from embarrassment. “Right. I'll faint into an eternal coma.” Olivia huffs “You'll see. I'll show you, Mob Boss Ash.” Asher feels content looking at Olivia’s blushing angry face, “Why Baking??” “Because. if I do it well, you'll like it” Olivia’s face turns a shade red.

But the ballroom was too big, and Olivia was constantly surrounded by knots of people, Melissa lost interest and came up into the deserted lounge to call her son. She had barely reached the middle of the room, when she heard footsteps coming her way. Hastily,she ducked behind the curtain, hoping the newcomer will soon go away. But another set of footsteps, this time a woman's, soon joined the first one. Melissa was resigned to the fate of getting stuck behind the curtain for a long time. But who would have thought that the scoop she was Searching for would just fall on her lap! Just imagine — ‘Sizzling Scandal: Starline's Billionaire Bachelor Damien Ashford Link to A—List Actress Olivia Hami

But now, Olivia knew the truth. class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">"Livia, you're late for breakfast," Amelia scolded with a kind smile, while Theodore and Madeline didn't spare her a glance. Olivia's heart tightened, class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">"I'm not hungry," she said, going straight for the door.

Emma’s POV “That’s insane! You know I’ve never really liked that sneaky bitch!” Olivia fumed, her hands slammed onto her waist as she paced back and forth in my small living room. She looked like she was ready to go to war. Olivia and I had started off as reading partners back in college, and over those four years, we had grown closer than I ever expected. When she moved to San Francisco after graduation, we became even closer. The moment the videos of Trevor and Allysia’s engagement started trending online, Olivia didn't just call. She drove ten miles straight to my apartment, insisting on staying for a week, even though I’d told her over the phone that I was perfectly fine.

“How do you know she’s even on a honeymoon?” Amelia smirked, as if she’d been waiting for me to ask. “Ethan’s been doing the posting. He’s like a damn pest, always glued to her. She probably decided to keep it off her social media account. She tapped her screen a few times, then turned it toward me. And there she was. Olivia. Smiling. Happily. With Austin.