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Adventurous
Revenge
Ruthless
Divorce
Hidden Identity
Mystery
Dominant
Dark Romance
Contract Marriage
“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!
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The night everything fell apart
Ivory’s POV
My husband was working late again. He had been working late every day for the last six months. And some days he wouldn’t even come home. For every night I woke up alone, every business trip, and every impromptu weekend meeting, I repeated one line to myself like a mantra— “Damian loves working, and he loves me.” With that, I turned a blind eye to all his excuses, the ones that made sense and the ones that didn't. I endured them all. I never confronted him, never asked for more. It was another late night, and I thought to bring him some dinner. I shouldn’t have bothered. I should’ve stayed home, at least, I wouldn’t have to watch my husband thrust into another woman like a sex-starved wild animal. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much that he didn't notice me standing there, he didn't even care that he was fucking another woman with our wedding ring on his finger. Tears rushed to my eyes, blurring my sight. I wiped them away quickly and turned to walk away, but midway, I stopped, angered by her happy moans. "Aw, harder! "Yes, I'm cumming, just fuck me harder! I’m cumming, yes!” “Not this time,” I muttered bitterly. No, I couldn't just walk away, and I sure as hell wouldn't let them cum. I barged into the office and let the food box in my hand fall noisily. Damian’s eyes widened with shock as he noticed me for the first time. "Ivory?!" "What are you doing here?!" He exclaimed, pulling out of the bent over lady, his average sized dick hung loosely to his groin. "Bringing you dinner…” I answered, my voice quivering slightly. “Is this the late-night meeting with your Boss?” My eyes wandered to the lady who seemed to be hiding behind him. I had been paying all my attention to Damian because I couldn't exactly blame the lady for his infidelity. But suddenly the butterfly tattoo on her back struck me. It was just the same as… I gasped. It took a while for me to fully process what my brain was telling me. "Camille?!" "It can't be you, is it?" Slowly, the lady stepped away from his shadow, now dressed in a lingerie. "Why do you seem surprised?" she rattled without any hint of remorse. "Any problem?" “You are my friend.” I managed to mutter. “My closest…” I told her everything about my marriage. I told her about my distress with Damian, and she advised me to let it go. She advised me to trust him. "What?" She rattled, "It's not my fault that he doesn't find you attractive. Even the maid is more attractive to him." "Camille... He's my husband..." "But he doesn't love you!" Camille yelled, "And you know it. Look, he's prepared the divorce papers. Stop flattering yourself, Damian is mine!" As Camille spoke, it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I wanted to scream out in pain but my voice came out in a shaky whimper. "What is happening? Damian, you want a divorce?" "I’m sorry, Ivory," Damian said, "This is not working for me anymore, you’re too boring. I've already signed the papers; I know it will be hard for you so take your time" Before Damian finished his statement, I walked over to the brown envelope on the table. I contemplated for a moment about my future if I signed the divorce papers but honestly, I knew I couldn’t endure any more of Damian’s cheating. He was a chronic womanizer and it was obvious, he would never change. Determined, I penned down my signature and turned away. He didn't deserve it. The four years I gave him, he didn't deserve it. I spent the last four years of my life, living in denial, convincing myself that Damian would never cheat on me. I was wrong, very wrong. He was sleeping with every other person except me. "Don't act all high and mighty when you know you'll regret it," he said as I made my way towards the door. Usually, I would walk away quietly with my head down, but not anymore. "Regret it?" I shot back, "No! I'm going to find someone who will love me and be attracted to me and..." "You wish, Ivory. It will only happen in your dreams.” Camille sneered, "Don’t flatter yourself with all that nonsense. No one will find you attractive!” Camille's words were like fuel to an already burning house and before I could tame myself, I charged at her with everything in me. I wanted to tear her face apart. But at that moment, a loud sound echoed in the room taking us all by surprise. I paused, looking around for the cause. It took a minute for me to realize that I had been hit in the head and my body was shutting down. Tears rushed to my eyes, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or the betrayal. But the last person I saw was Camille standing over me, smiling triumphantly. Few Hours Later I jolted awake at the sudden, loud slam of the door, my heart pounding in my chest. "Am I alive?" I thought to myself. My eyes were open but I could see nothing but stark darkness. Attempting to move my body, I discovered I was bound- both legs and arms tightly tied to a chair. Approaching footsteps resounded in the air, and my heart responded with fear, pounding loudly as it drew nearer. "Camille?" I called in a shaky voice, "Damian?" "I swear to God, you'll regret this, you will regret this you disgusting man!" The footsteps ceased, and I held my breath. "Take off the mask," he ordered I froze at the sound of the cold voice. It wasn't Damian.Latest chapter
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Last Updated : 2025-05-31The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet A new beginning
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