Olivia Omb Novels & Stories

“You bitch. You absolute bitch.” He should’ve known the moment she started playing the perfect housewife. Olivia was never a woman content with just taking orders. She had stolen files from one of the most dangerous underground syndicates in Central America…documents she didn’t even understand the weight of…and now she was gone. And he was the one left holding the knife.

The whispers multiplied like a current moving through water. "Is that not Mr. Wolfe?" "The billionaire bachelor? Here?" "He looks exactly like his photos — " I stood very still and said nothing. Then a voice I recognized cut through the whispers. "Liam! Good morning!" Miss Olivia appeared through the gate in her usual neat blazer‚ her dark hair pulled back‚ a warm smile on her face as she spotted Liam. She was young‚ mid-twenties maybe‚ bright-eyed and enthusiastic in the way that only people who genuinely loved their jobs could sustain. Liam adored her. He talked about her constantly.

She finally let me got and looked into my eyes. "Alexander has told me a lot about you,Chiara.He might have forgotten to mention me,silly boy,I am Olivia Carrington,his step mom"

Olivia replied. “I don’t think we need your blessing.” A familiar voice interrupted. Every head turned towards the voice. “Hayden Reid!” Olivia exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, acting like a little girl. “Is there a problem?” Hayden asked, standing beside me. “No problem here,” Olivia responded with a forced laugh. “My name is Olivia, and I’m the head of your fan club.” Hayden nodded, but he looked uninterested. “We should go,” Olivia muttered, nervous. She brought out her phone with shaky hands and took a picture of Hayden before disappearing with her friends.

"Olivia has been doing nothing but helping me, Grandma. She is taking care of Kenny. She is trying to make things easier for this family during a difficult transition." "Easier?" Grandma laughed. She leaned forward. "Tyla has barely been gone for one single week, Matthew! And you already have another woman acting like the mistress of this estate. You brought nothing other than trouble into this house." My mother set her teacup down on the side table. She stepped away from the window, smoothing down her dress as she decided to join the conversation. "Mother, let's be entirely fair for a moment," She said. "Olivia comes from a prominent family. Her father has huge international connections. Th

“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.

“Their family has handed us the preliminary construction work. I want our end executed with precision.” Just as we stepped toward the elevators, a voice cut through the air like a sharp whistle. “Well, well. Look who’s playing boss today.” Olivia. Her heels clicked obnoxiously on the marble tiles as she strutted toward us in an ivory pantsuit that probably cost more than the last two months of payroll. “I hope you ladies know,” she began, flashing a faux-smile at the three women behind me, “that she’s not only an ex-convict but also engaged while shamelessly flirting with another man. Scandalous, isn’t it? Imagine the PR disaster.”

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.

Olivia was amazed as she nodded mockingly and walked around the place "Dear sol, I feel sorry for you… this is my territory… I'm the queen here.. whatever I say goes… you should be worried because you are already a dead woman," Olivia smirked and ousted back a chair and gracefully sat down. Solange was fuming in anger. If only she was free then Olivia Altamirano would be six feet under "You are nothing Olivia, yes now you might have the power… but you are a criminal… I'm sure it took fucking a darn mafia to reach here!" Solange said bitterly, Olivia wasn't affected by such words but she knew what to do