Olivia Fordham Novel の小説・ストーリー

Olivia sat on the couch, surrounded by bridal magazines and fabric swatches, her hair tied up messily, her smile radiant. He stood at the doorway for a long moment, simply watching her. When she noticed him, she looked up with a grin. “Hey. How was the family meeting?” He walked over and sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Good. My father approves of you, though I think he’s secretly terrified of our mothers working together.” Olivia laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “They’ve already called three florists and booked a cathedral.” “Of course they have,” he said fondly.

asked Zayden. "This is Deary Mistress, some sort of journal she wrote before all her memories were interrupted," Ivy said softly, handing the book to Zayden. Hesitantly, Zayden accepted the book. "Then you'll have to excuse me," Ivy said as she left. After Ivy's departure, Zayden begins to read the book. Each page depicts Olivia's honest and sincere feelings about how she met Zayden, who was initially perceived as a cruel man she hated. However, as time goes by, Olivia begins to see another side of Zayden, and love grows in her heart.

She asked with a smile. Olivia Fred sighed. She did not want to tell her about her rebirth. She knew that it would sound crazy, and Erica Adams would believe her words because she loves reading books. Erica Adams would always tell her about it, and she does not believe it until it happens to her. "I will explain later. Let’s go for the massage," Olivia Fred said. Almomd looked at Olivia Fred with a teasing smile. "How about I help you cut your hair too?" He asked.

Olivia hovered near the door, still in the stolen maid’s dress, her fingers knotted together, twisting the ugly material nervously, as she anxiously watched him open a bottle of water she had not even realised was on the nightstand, and take a large swig of it. He didn’t look at her. His back was turned. “This marriage…” he began coldly, finally turning his eyes on her, after he dropped the bottle on the nightstand. “Olivia isn't a fairytale. You’re not a princess, or a queen of the castle. And I’m not the prince who saves anyone. You’re here because I let you be. Because you owe me something,” his eyes dropped to her stomach, and she recoiled into herself. “And because you have something of

In a way, Olivia and everyone here are almost the same fate. Olivia put herself to sleep when she finished laying out the carpet that she found two weeks ago in a garbage dump. Olivia's two beautiful eyes were fixed on the empty night sky. The sky was filled with black clouds, without the moonlight and the stars were shining. "Olivia," someone called, making Olivia can't help but have to get up and sit down again. "Yes, what's wrong, Na?" Olivia answered Nana's call --- a woman her age. "Where have you been this afternoon? Many children have been waiting for you until late afternoon, but you never came. Poor them, even though they want to study with you."

What about Olivia? ***

And, when I had let her know, Olivia's eyes had beamed with excitement and understanding, begging me to let her experiment as well. Unfortunately, Jonny had decided to show up and tried to open the door. At least we'd been smart enough to lock it, which gave us plenty of time to get ready and try to look relatively normal. “What are you thinking about?” Olivia's question brought me back to reality. "The first time I saw these beauties.” I answered taking my hands to her breasts to caress them over her shirt, fortunately, the bra was in absence. "Excellent memory.” She agreed with a breathless laugh "But I think there is something to celebrate today...”

“Or what? You’ll cheat on Clara next and pretend that’s an accident too?” His mouth opened—then shut. Clara flushed. “Olivia, enough.” “You’re right.” Olivia straightened her blazer. “I’ve got more important things to focus on. Like literally anything other than you two clowns.” And she walked off, leaving them speechless. She didn’t stop walking until she found the bathroom. She locked herself in a stall and leaned back against the door, breathing hard. This wasn’t just a rough start. This was a nightmare. ---

He was mocking her in her dreams. She shuddered and picked up a book from Maribelle's shelf. It was a fantasy, a time when creatures of all kinds lived together in harmony. They band together to fight an evil force in the world and bring about peace. Peace between all of the creatures of the earth. It was a novel idea, an idea that plagued Olivia's dreams. If only she lived in a world where the creatures of the earth lived in peace and harmony. Maybe then, she would not have been at the mercy of Simon.

Breanna blurted out before laughing to herself. Clearing my throat, I wrapped my arm around Olivia’s waist tightly and raised my voice. “Meet my girlfriend and baby mama, Olivia Jamerson.” “You’re serious? What the f*cking hell is the matter with you, Joshua? Don’t you know who she is? Did your memory loss mess with your head? She’s Outcast Olive!” Breanna yelled out in absolute fury as she stomped the floor.