LOGIN“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!
View MoreOne 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—
There was something strange about returning to Oviedo.Ivory felt it the moment they crossed the county line—the way the wind shifted, softer somehow, the way the sky looked flatter, more forgiving. The roads curved like they were remembering her. But nothing else did.The house was still white wit
Willis didn’t mean to go back that soon.He told himself he’d wait until Friday. Give it a few days. Let things settle. But the quiet in his apartment stretched too wide, and the idea of her—the chaos of her, the warmth—was louder than his self-control.So on Wednesday evening, just after dark, he
Willis woke up with sunlight in his eyes and a soft ache in his body.The sheets around him were tangled, still warm from where she’d been. Liv was gone. The room hummed with leftover heat and echoes—clothes scattered like evidence, air thick with the scent of last night.For a moment, he didn’t mo
Willis hadn’t meant to go out.He’d planned on staying in, maybe working through the stack of unread books on his coffee table or reorganizing the spice rack he didn’t really use. But the apartment felt too still, the kind of quiet that echoed. And he couldn’t stop wondering what Ivory was doing.S






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