Novel & Cerita Olivia Baker

Olivia froze, and she felt as if her heart had stopped. ‘He must have heard that!’ She hid it so well for four years, but now, he had heard it. Plus, he had heard it during such a situation. She turned her face, not daring to look at John’s face. When Zac saw this, he quickly asked, “Pheebs, who is this?” Olivia grabbed Jennie’s hand and took a deep breath before standing up. She said to Zac and Ken, “Zac, this is Jennie Sutherland. She’s my partner at the atelier and also my best friend.”

Olivia forehead creased, figuring out she was getting excited for something they weren’t invited for. “Oh, come on Chloe, this is a total waste of time.” She glanced at the boutique and then at Chloe with a frown. “No, it’s not!” Chloe quickly said and linked arms with Olivia incase she tried to leave. “My mom would be working at the kitchen since she is a baker and was invited to cook---“ “That still doesn’t give us the free pass Chloe.” Olivia interrupted her and Chloe shook her index finger at Olivia’s face. “We would have to go with my mom, as her assistants, with the other bakers too---“

“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.

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.

Some stranger was speaking with him, but my attention wasn’t on the man. It was on the woman. Olivia Marchel. A-list actress and Eleanor Rowe London’s brand ambassador. I knew it was professional. But logic didn’t calm the fire burning through my veins. Every time Olivia laughed and every time her fingers brushed the sleeve of Julian’s suit, I wanted to rip her couture gown to shreds and pin her against the display glass. “Trouble in paradise?” Irine nudged me, her laugh dripping with satisfaction. “Who?” I asked flatly, feigning ignorance.

Julian’s POV I was frozen, staring at this Olivia ‘impersonator,’ immediately seeing Olivia herself before me. “Hello, Alpha,” she said, and even her smile was the same. She politely bowed her head, then looked up at me from under her lashes. “My name is Becky.” It took a moment, but when I recovered from my shock, my anger tripled. “What’s the meaning of this, Olivia?” Tony laughed. “Olivia? Cousin, you heard her. Her name is Becky. She works at the theater. I’ve known her for years.”

Chapter Four: The Letter in the Drawer Three weeks went by. Olivia lived in the town of Millfield. It was three hours away from the city. She rented a room above a bakery. The landlady was really kind. Did not ask her any questions. Olivia paid her rent in cash every week. She told everyone that her name was Liv. She worked in the mornings at the bakery. She cleaned tables and packed bread. In the afternoons she rested. The baby made her very tired all the time. She had morning sickness sometimes.. She still had not told anyone about the baby.

She finished soon and called Olivia, they had a lengthy conversation as she waited for someone to come and apply for a job. Williams couldn't believe it, Dominic's mate was right there standing in front him, not too far from their pack. He had gone out for a walk and decided to get Lyla and their babygirl something when he saw the new cafe and decided to check it out. Ollie's cafe? So she was a baker and owned a cafe? But what was she doing in this part of this country all the way from the city? He was really surprised to see her and realized the prophecy happened just as priest Fergus as said… she came to Dominic, all on her own. The reason was a mystery to him but he knew with time, Domini

He grabs my face forcing me to stare into his cold brown eyes. “I don't owe you any explanation she's mine she was part of the bargain,” “No, you can't have her. Where the fuck is she?” The side of Nikolais lip turns into a devious grin. “Does Avery know you have such a potter mouth?” “I have nothing to do with him,” I lied , hoping he would buy It. He arched his eyebrow, “I've been watching you маленький ягненок(Little lamb) I seen for myself just how much you Do with him,”

Olivia’s eyes lit up instantly, and her expression softened in gratitude. “Really, Ronan? Thank you!” she said, almost whispering. “You have no idea how good her pastries are. She’s so protective of her recipes—barely lets anyone in on her secrets,” Olivia added, a mix of pride and frustration threading through her voice. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her expression. “Let me guess,” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “She’s Belvarian, isn’t she?” Olivia nodded enthusiastically, her gaze distant as if remembering something sweet and far away.