Oliver Jay の小説・ストーリー

What about Olivia? ***

The conversation shifted to the latest developments in the business world, and Oliver shared insights, carefully dancing around the icy exchanges between Jayden and his mother. “Speaking of family,” Oliver interjected casually, “Jayden, you remember that charity event next month, right?” Jayden nodded, his thoughts momentarily pulled away from the heated family discussion. “Yes, the annual Steele Foundation Gala.” “Well, I was thinking of bringing a plus one,” Oliver grinned mischievously, glancing at his stern expression. Eleanor raised an eyebrow, her curiosity evident. “Are you finally settling down, Oliver?” Oliver chuckled. “I’m not settling, Auntie. I just thought Jayden could use some

Jessica and I were up first—and thanks to her height advantage over Jenny, we won the round. “Sorry, Paul,” Jenny said. ”I’m not very good at this.” “Or very tall,” Paul laughed. ”No worries.” I was quietly watching my ex when someone—braver than most—nailed me in the head with a ball. “Dude,” Brian called out. He was the only one bold enough. ”You’re supposed to be marking the edge.” “I am,” I said. ”Aren’t I standing right here?” “You’re hopeless, Jay,” he laughed.

He looked around for a while and started to type on his computer and also a few things that I didn't quite understand. Oliver is a certified hacker and he knows his way around these things, yes and he is also working as my driver but that's twice a week the rest of the week he is a hacker, a very good one at that. “It was activated just two weeks ago and I have some videos and pictures, would you do the honours sir?” Oliver turned the laptop to me. I stared at him thinking of what he just said, was I even ready???. “I heard that barbecue is outside sir , Miss Desiree told me about it!”

what is Olivia up too now? hope I tried???

Andres just stared, unreadable as ever. Olivia stepped into the room, trailed by two servers. She froze when she spotted her father. “Olivia,” Jared began, switching to Serbian as he pulled her into a hug. “You’re letting my princess work?” he asked, turning to Oliver. “Not exactly,” Oliver replied smoothly. “She wanted to, so I allowed it. Keeps her happy.” “Good answer, Oliver,” Jared said, his tone firm but playful. “I’ve got four boys and her. She’s the jewel.”

"If I win again, it's not going to do us any good. He's still going to want revenge and honestly, I don't care about winning. I just want this to be done with." The guys were quiet for a while thinking until finally, Jayden spoke. "I get what you're saying, but look at it this way. Oliver is a really smart guy; I'm going to give him that, so he's going to figure out that you're throwing the match. He wants to beat you to prove that he's better than you, if he wins and he finds out that you let him win, he's not going to like that. That won't give him the victory he needs."

“And there’s more. Pictures of me. Of my mom. From years ago. You’ve been watching me. Before you ever moved in. Before you ever spoke to me.” His mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out. My voice shakes, but I press on. “You knew me, Oliver. Before I ever knew you. You didn’t just show up in my life. You inserted yourself into it.” Still nothing. I step forward. “Who is he?” Oliver swallows. Then: “That man in the photo...” He takes a shaky breath. “That’s my father.” The world goes still. I blink. He lowers his gaze to the floor. “His name was Lawrence Maddox. He was a businessman. Wealthy. Polished. Charismatic. Everyone loved him.” A bitter smile touches his lips, then vanishes. “Ex

“Oliver, meet Bella Martinez, our new design consultant.” Oliver stepped forward, a charming smile playing on his lips. He was dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit—a leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, jeans, and well-worn boots. His eyes held a spark of curiosity as he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella. I see the Langston company has a thing for hiring beautiful ladies.” He threw a playful glance at Adrian who just adjusted his sitting position. I shook his hand, feeling a surprising warmth in his grip. “Nice to meet you, Oliver. I didn’t realize Adrian had a brother.”