The Real Olivia Baker From All American Novels & Stories

I spotted them snapping pics as we unloaded, and my stomach dropped great, more headlines about the troubled sister tagging along. Ava was waddling ahead, Caleb with his arm around her, and I hung back with the bags, pretending to check my phone so I wouldn't have to smile for the cameras. But then one of the paps yelled, "Liv! How's it feel to be the hero saving the wedding?" I froze what? Turned out Zoe had leaked it, or maybe the planner blabbed, but suddenly my phone blew up with notifications: articles popping up like "Olivia Carter Turns Scandal into Savior: Pulls Strings for Sister's Big Day." I scrolled quickly yeah, the florist thing, the guest flight, all spun as me stepping up, be

Even though she knew she met the dead end but she tries to scratch the end to go further in the deep. "To prove this…" Aaron points at the screen where another photo comes up. It's the pictures of Olivia pretending to be Athaliah in the hospital bed. "... person is you." Aaron completed his sentence as his face turned stoney. Olivia gasped loudly while watching the pictures on the screen. "Th… that's no… not me… That's not me!" She shouted in a way as if shouting will turn everything as per her wishes. "I don't know what you are trying to prove but it doesn't prove anything!" She screams again.

Unlike her sister, she had no makeup on her face but she was still breathtaking. " I'm 19 years old. I can cook, clean, and I hate commotion." She finished. Alexander snorted at her brief description. The waiter soon arrived with their orders and they dug in. " Well, as you know, I'm a billionaire. You're going to have to deal with it because the paparazzi are bound to follow the both of us around." Alexander leaned back in his chair. " If it's for my partner then I can try." Olivia sighed. Her statement amused Alexander.

--- “I’ll expose everything. I’ve already sent proof that Olivia Levine is still alive. A scandal to ruin her will soon erupt.” Bella had already bribed reporters to publish a piece of news that would shake everyone. [Hot News: Olivia Levine, wife of Mr David Anderson, is reported to still be alive and is now very close to Oscar Levine. Did she fake her death only to run away with another man? And is the child raised by Mr David Anderson not his biological son? What truly happened?] Such was the headline spread across the media. That day, the news would shatter Olivia’s world. Meanwhile, Bella sat gracefully in the drawing room of a luxurious villa. A maroon gown clung elegantly to her figur

They were sick of the drama, but I don’t think it was going to end anytime soon. “Guys,” Olivia continued. “As you can see, the culprit isn’t remorseful. She doesn’t even care about the people she hurt.” She signaled the waitress to end the live stream. As soon as that was done, she dropped the pitiful act. The real Olivia Burke is standing in front of me now. “You’re such a sad loser,” she scoffed. “You know my father is rich and has so many connections, he could end your life if he chooses to.”

Maya barked out, "When you're with me you do not say that word! Got it?!" "Y... yes," Olivia stuttered out in fear, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "Hmm," Maya grumbled, then spanked Olivia hard again, "Get on your hands and knees whore." Olivia climbed off Maya, accidentally dragging her knee against Maya's big, ebony breasts. Then she got onto her hands and knees while Maya rummaged in a wardrobe. Olivia marvelled at Maya's body. It should have been obvious given he name, but she really did look like Maya Jama, the celebrity.

I finish with a smile on my face. Before Caleb could say anything a clapping sound emanated from behind him. Caleb turned to look behind him, giving me a clear view of who the sound was coming from. Olivia stood beside Caleb's bed, her hands clapping together with a sly smile spreading across her face. "Say hello to all my five hundred thousand followers," she said, her voice dripping with malice. I noticed a tripod stand in front of her, holding her phone, the screen glowing with what looked like a live stream.

I almost argued. Then stopped. “What does Allie need?” “You.” The answer came simply. “Get here. Sit with her. Do not make promises you cannot keep.” The call ended. The livestream appeared on every social platform before we reached the building. I did not need the direct link. News accounts had copied sections already. Olivia stood inside Allie’s living room holding the phone toward herself. Her face looked thinner than it had during the original scandal. Her dark hair was pulled back badly, and her eyes moved constantly toward sounds outside the apartment.

They screamed in terror, frantically grabbing the blankets to cover themselves. Soon, viewers of the livestream recognized them. [Isn't that the rich heir, Jeremy Abbott? He always acts so proper. I never knew he was such a womanizer.] [I remember Jeremy has a fiancée. Is this girl his fiancée?] [No, Jeremy's fiancée is Giselle Baker. Giselle does not look like that at all.] [That's Viola Baker! The girl the Baker family mistook for their real daughter for over 20 years. Did not expect her to steal the real daughter's man. How brave!]