Novel & Cerita Olivia Baker

I’ve never touched a pot in my life, and I don’t think we have any butter in the fridge, so I guess I’ll be eating dry toast on the way out. A smell wafts up from the kitchen that makes me freeze. Our kitchen has never smelt like that, like… honey bacon wrapped in refreshing peach tea and salty eggs. I slow my gait as I approach the kitchen, and the sight I see has my lips quirks up a bit. Olivia is there, her hair in a bun, standing over a pan and flipping a golden omelette. She’s bobbing her head and humming something under her breath that could rival an angel’s song. Hunter’s apron sits like a dress over her clothes.

The next day at lunch time I’m not invited to go with Nancy and the others. No surprise there, after the way I snapped at Nancy yesterday. I look for the nearest cafe and sit alone with a latte between my hands. I observe people sitting near me for a while until I remember what’s in my purse. I take out my phone and call Miranda. “Who is this?” She asks. “It’s me, Olivia! This is my new number.” “You finally got a new number! Good for you! I was so sick of calling you home like we were in a bad 90’s movie. So, tell me what’s new.”

“Didn’t know? he snapped. “Didn’t know you were marrying a coward who’d humiliate you—and us—on live broadcast?” "Dad, something could have happened to him." My voice came out sharper than I thought it would. " What could have happened to him? Wake up Camilla Baker, that boy has nothing to offer you but ruins" “Okay, enough” Olivia shot back, standing so fast her chair scraped the floor. “She’s the victim here.” My father turned on her; Olivia didn’t flinch, she pressed on.

What about Olivia? ***

“But you’re not the first.” Lysa’s eyes sharpened. “No. I’m the last.” The judge raised a hand. “Defense, present your verbal claim.” Olivia stepped forward. “My name is Olivia Henderson. I was Ethan’s wife, legally and contractually. I inherited his company through documented authority, not superstition. I rebuilt this empire. I maintained it. I kept it from collapsing. And I buried every threat that tried to take it from me.” The judges murmured softly. Olivia continued, her tone crisp and cutting,

Olivia The lecture hall, which had been buzzing with conversations just moments ago, gradually fell into silence as Professor Hale adjusted his glasses and looked around the room with an unusually satisfied smile. "I have one final announcement before everyone rushes out." He picked up a folder from the podium. "I have finished grading all the team project assignments." Almost everyone straightened in their seats in anticipation. Professor Hale scanned the class for a brief moment before speaking again. "I'm pleased to announce that the highest-scoring project belongs to Miss Olivia Brooks and Mr. Shawn Sinclair."

He said flirtatiously, Olivia blush shyly while Park clears his throat nervously. "Olivia, what's your highest qualification?" Liam ask slyly. "Bachelor of Science, Accounting in precisely." Olivia said. "And why do such a lovely brilliant lady want to work here?" He asks anxiously staring all over her. The thought of bending her over his desk and screwing her like a hungry lion crosses his mind but he pushed it away. "To make money, to enhance my marketing and accounting skills and to create a good working strategies in this firm." Olivia said confidently while He nods his head gradually, Park takes down her point into a small note pad.

I might as well try and stop my heart from beating on its own. Olivia Radcliffe is a total sex pot. Eighteen years old, she should be modeling in Europe or lounging in the sun in a mansion in Los Angeles. Her I*******m account is private, which I’m sure is a result of her bAnatoliging to one of the richest families in America, but if it wasn’t, she’d have tens of millions of followers.

she paused, her tongue feeling heavy as she felt her eyes welling up. But she continued, "If you knew you didn't like me, then you could have just help me find my parents or dropped me at the place you picked me from." "Nooo, Olivia," Amelia's whimpering could be heard while Theo couldn't lift a finger. Olivia smiled again softly, "I heard you're looking for your daughter. I hope you find her soon. You can call Principal Walter. I was tutoring Zachary Maverick for the exams." With that, she slung ger backpack and walked away while Madeline gasped. The only information she found which Irene needs to hear is that Olivia is tutoring Zach. But Olivia isn't her biological sister? What the hell?