เข้าสู่ระบบ“This innocent act of yours is pissing me off more than I already am.” He said, baring his teeth with agitation. “You owe me every dime that you stole from me for eight years. And by my name, I swear, pet, you will pay for it. You will pay for all of it!" "You can pretend to be someone else. Your name can be anything you want it to be, but I know you and I know all your tricks, so save it, pet, save all of it." When the scary man let go of my jaws, I could barely breathe. It seemed that nothing I'd say would change his mind. Whoever this man was, he was out for blood and he was about to have the wrong one. I was the wrong one. This is the story of Ivory Hollis mistaken as Lori- a possessive billionaire’s long time girlfriend who betrayed and duped him. Blinded by revenge, Arlo Covelli is determined to make Lori pay for breaking his heart and stealing from him. The only mistake- he’s refusing to acknowledge that there’s a slight chance that Ivory may not Lori, and now to have a full control over her, he presents her with a pet/marriage contract in exchange for her freedom. Torn between being a sex-relief for the billionaire’s boys, and being his pet/wife, Ivory chooses the latter. But then, Lori resurfaces! Find out what happens next in the compelling story of Ivory’s life!
ดูเพิ่มเติมOne Year LaterThe sun broke through the clouds in Oviedo like a soft blessing, gilding the café terraces and cobbled sidewalks in gold. Outside the newest branch of Maison Ivoire, soft jazz played over the speakers, and pastel streamers fluttered gently from the courtyard pergola. It was a warm afternoon, and everything—everything—felt full of light.Inside, Ivory stood near the corner display, adjusting a mannequin’s collar though it had been fixed ten times already. Her second-trimester belly peeked slightly through the folds of her soft silk dress, her hair loose around her shoulders, cheeks flushed from greeting too many people with too many hugs.“You’re glowing,” Liv said, placing a glass of ginger lemonade into her hand. “You realize this is your day, right? You’re allowed to sit down and gloat a little.”Ivory laughed, pressing her free hand to her belly. “I’ll sit when I stop shaking.”Liv gave her a look. “You opened your second flagship. You’re married to a man who practic
The clinking of glasses faded into the shadows of candlelight. Wine bottles stood half-empty like relics from a war fought and survived. The evening had shed its nerves, and in its place was something warmer—quiet acceptance.Liv curled into the nook of Willis’s side, her fingers lazily tracing the hem of his shirt. Ivory had tucked her feet beneath her on the chair, half-laughing now at something Arlo had said. There was something easy in the air, like an old familiar song returning on a soft breeze.“Okay,” Liv said, voice mellow, “can we agree this whole thing feels like an episode of a K-drama?”“I’d be offended if it didn’t,” Arlo replied, stretching with a groan. “At least the budget would’ve been solid. All this tension? All this face?”Willis chuckled. “You do realize you’re not the romantic lead anymore, right?”“No, but I’m definitely the favorite,” Arlo quipped.“God, he hasn’t changed a bit,” Willis muttered to Liv.“Actually,” Liv said thoughtfully, “he has. You both have
Chapter 120Behind Willis, was a tiny feminine figure, with her curls tied in a messy bun. Her round eyes took in the overwhelmingly large house. “Are we late?” She whispered, stepping beside him.Arlo and Ivory exchanged glances. Then as if they suddenly remembered they were other guests, they invited them in with a smile— awkward and nervous, however genuine. “Thank you for coming,” Arlo whispered in his ear. “I thought Marvin would miss me.” “He did. But unfortunately, he’s asleep somewhere under that table.”Willis chuckled softly. “I’ll stay until he is awake then.” He replied.One by one the guests were gone until the house was quiet again. Balloons sagged against the chandelier, ribbons curled on the floor like lazy dancers. The only sound now was Claudio Constantini’s strings playing in the corner of the house away from the humming silence in the dining room.Ivory sat barefoot at the head of the table, wine glass between her hands. The warmth of the evening lingered in h
A Month after. Ivory woke to a house that didn’t feel like it was holding its breath.Sunlight streamed through pale linen curtains, warm and welcoming. Somewhere in the distance, birds were arguing with squirrels, and someone—probably the butler—was humming off-key to himself. The air carried no tension, no sense of urgency. Just… ease.She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and padded barefoot down the hall. Her robe hung loose around her as she moved, hair still mussed from sleep. She expected to find Arlo and Marvin at the breakfast table—maybe scrambled eggs and too much juice, maybe a quiet morning with a crossword puzzle half-solved and a warm cup of coffee waiting.What she didn’t expect—Was noise. Laughter. The low hum of conversations and music. Voices she didn’t recognize.She turned the corner—and froze.The dining room, the hallway, the entire open floor plan had been transformed. Balloons floated from every corner, soft gold and ivory tones. Flowers—fresh, wild, sun-drenched—
“Are you still with Damian?”Camille’s laugh was low and shimmering, like a diamond sliding across glass. She didn’t answer immediately — just looked around the room, taking in the clean lines and pale lighting of Ivory’s studio as if it were a pop-up shop in a bad neighborhood.“Oh, Ivy.” She smil
102The drive back from Arlo’s house was silent.Ivory stared out the window, her fingers wrapped around the key Willis had given her just that morning. It no longer felt like a symbol of promise. It felt like a question mark. She had said yes so easily with a full heart. But now that heart was hol
Chapter 101The last morning of the baecation felt like something out of a storybook. Ivory sat across from Willis on the terrace of their cliffside villa, a gentle breeze rustling the vines overhead, and the scent of ripe mango and saltwater clinging to the air. The breakfast table was laid with g
The tires crunched softly over the gravel as Willis pulled into Arlo’s driveway. It was just past nine, and the morning sun hung low behind light clouds, the kind of weather that made everything look gentler than it was.Ivory sat quietly in the passenger seat, her fingers twisting the drawstring o






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