The Real Olivia Baker From All American Novels & Stories

“You don’t have that scar here. Was it because of the lip piercing?” “Not from the piercing. No.” He chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll tell you someday, Doll.” “Will you wear a leather jacket for me?” I asked, batting my lashes. He flicked my forehead without giving me an answer. Party-pooper. I looked at the other picture and paused. “She is beautiful,” I muttered, seeing Olivia’s face holding baby Caleb in her arms. She was American, with dark brown hair and darker eyes. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and a diamond glinted on her left hand.

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

Olivia couldn't even be called an ex since Ethan never dated her, but then she shows up all of a sudden and threatens to kill me. Was this a freaking joke? Maybe the directors and producers were testing me for something. The thought consumed me to the point I stood up and looked around. " Alright where are the cameras, I'm for going to fall for this shit ". Olivia chuckled again. " Do you think I'm acting? " She said laughing again. Just then did my last single shread of hope vanish in my eyes. Olivia was fucking serious. " Olivia this is... This is insane, you are insane!" I yelled as my feet moved backwards.

I have to look for him n apologize to him. I fixed my blonde hair and touched my make up and left the female bathroom,with Stacy and Sandra following me. I suddenly stopped and turned to them. "do you girls have to follow me everywhere" I asked rudely. And they shake their heads while I just walked away. Am Olivia Jones the only daughter of the fifth richest man in America Mr Owen I have a twin brother Oliver his so annoying if your wondering about my mom Silvia she's dead she died after giving birth to me n olie.

Lily grinned and I watched from the sidelines, as they chatted and flipped through the papers. I leaned my head back on the recliner and let their voice lull me into a restful calm. I hadn’t been doing a lot of that recently. Resting. My kid deserved better than that. This was one of the things I worried about. that my job would control my life. “Who’s this? I heard mum ask, the tone of her voice faltering. I opened one eye to peek at them. “Oh, that’s Tami Baker. She’s the ambassador for her family's prop manufacturing company. They make the best props and costumes-Oh remember Olivia’s Iconic dress from Marmalade? That belongs to them.”

she jerked her hand away from him and stormed out of the room. No. Today really got her thinking about all the stuff she’d chosen to ignore along the line. She hated to even ask herself the questions, but…but was she actually on the right track with Mike? Although she really liked him, there had been so many ‘buts’ already in such a short amount of time. Olivia had always been the golden girl blessed with the kind of looks that turned heads and opened doors. Her modeling career took off in college and she graced several magazine covers and runways that made her the envy of her peers.

the woman asked excitedly, seeing the beautiful, young illustrious lady standing before her. “Can I ask you a question please,” Zoe proceeded to hit the nail on the head. “Of course. Anything you want to know,” the baker chuckled eagerly. “Do you know Erin Oliver who lives around here? She used to live here with her family somewhere around here, but she is dead now,” Zoe's curious eyes searched the woman's gaze, hoping that the name would ring a bell and that she would remember something. The baker suddenly gazed at her blankly, her brow furrowing, “Erin Oliver, you say?” She paused, taking a few seconds to think, “I am sorry, miss, but I don't know anyone by that name,” she dismissed.

"Hello nat..I'm Olivia" They exchanged handshakes with wide grins on their faces.. "So.. I'm a photographer, and I love your outfit.. you definitely rock in it, I have an ongoing project to get the most amazing photo..I came here in the hope for that, and so far no one has gotten my attention like you did" Olivia raised a brow, she stared at Nathalie's face trying to pick out any lie from her words but all she found was sincerity.. "Umm okay..like right now?"

Olivia asked, taking her phone down and looked at him with widened eyes. "Of course! She's a model. Who doesn't know Lynn Annabelle? She's the world's most famous model. Everyone knows who she is" He said. "Really?" She said dreamily. "Yes! She's only a model, nothing really special about her!" He said again with a scoff. Olivia shrugged and began to flip through more of her pictures, admiring almost all of it. She was engrossed in gwaping at the pictures and didn't realize that Joel has been calling out her name, not until the phone got snatched from her.

Olivia When Bambi returned to tell us that everything had worked out according to plan, I fainted. I was so relieved that everything had worked. I could hardly believe that I managed to convince the Captain to trust Emma to cast the spell on the fake Olivia, a spell that the goddess whispered in my ear. Emma used it on me first, which revealed my true face to her and the world. “I knew it,” she had said. “I knew it! I knew you were hiding something but I couldn’t have imagined that it was this!”