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A bottle of Red Wine and No Willis
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2025-05-14 17:47:18
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The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet You look so good in my clothes
The morning light spilled softly through the window as Marvin chattered happily with Willis in the kitchen.“Pancakes?” he asked for the umpteenth time. “With cream and cheese?”Ivory exchanged a glance with Willis, who for the umpteenth time replied to him with the same excitement as the first time.Ivory tugged Willis’s oversized shirt a little lower over her thighs. It carried his scent, subtle and reassuring.When he glanced at her, he caught her staring so deep.“Is this… are we like a family now?” Marvin’s voice snapped the silence.Ivory’s cheeks warmed. She looked at Willis and he wasn’t as flustered as she was.“Well,” he started, clearing his throat, “I can’t say we’re a family yet, but you’ll be seeing your mom a lot more here…”Marvin beamed. “She’ll be staying here?”“Oh, no, no, no honey,” Ivory said so quickly, you’d think it was a forbidden thing.Marvin pouted.“But he’s right, baby. You’ll be seeing me a lot more… uh… here.”Willis frowned.After breakfast, Marvin sc
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Romeo and Juliet
Chapter 90It was late. Past midnight. The kind of hour where nothing good ever happens unless you’ve been waiting for it.Willis had just returned from rinsing his face when he heard the knock. It wasn’t loud or urgent. It was hesitant—like whoever stood behind the door wasn’t sure they should be there.He pulled it open.Ivory stood on the threshold, her coat damp from the night air, a bottle of red wine clutched in her hand. She didn’t say anything. Neither did he.Simply, he stepped aside.Ivory walked in, slowly, her eyes swept through the room like it had changed since she last stood here. It hadn’t. That strangeness she felt was just the space between them—him, the furniture, the air itself, her. Willis looked at her with indifference— pretense indifference— he could never hate her. He’d only been trying to live around her absence.“Why aren’t you in bed?” The words plopped down despite his indifference.“That darn concern of yours...” Ivory muttered under her breath. Willi
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet A bottle of Red Wine and No Willis
The studio was too quiet after Willis left. The kind of silence that felt earned—like the air had decided to stop moving, too exhausted from holding in all the things no one said.Arlo stood near the center table, one hand wiping at the corner of his mouth. A smear of blood had dried along his lip, and his expression was a twisted mix of amusement and jealousy hidden in aloofness.“Well,” he muttered, lifting a brow. “Guess he’s declared his intentions.”Ivory didn’t respond. She pulled a box of tissues from the shelf and handed him one. He blinked at her, surprised, before taking it.He dabbed his lip. “You really told him off. For my sake?”She didn’t look at him. Just turned and began picking up the spilled sketch sheets off the floor, mindlessly.“Wow,” Arlo said softly, “I thought I had lost my chance again. Turns out all I needed was someone to punch me in the face—”“Stop,” she cut in, her voice flat. “I didn’t do it for you.”That shut Arlo up. He watched her gather the fragm
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet I don’t do flops.
The countdown had begun. Each second that passed, raised the stakes and it came with tension.Forty minutes to go. The press, influencers, and fashion lovers had all gathered in clusters, their eyes glued to their devices, awaiting the hour of truth. The museum curator had announced a few minutes ago. “The answer has not yet been received.”And the sentence sent ripples through the internet. Was Gracie Belle trying to make a grand entrance by responding at the last minute? The last minutes were closing in, and the answer had not yet been received? Were they truly guilty? Had they stolen this design? Fashion blogs, mainstream media, and social platforms erupted in a frenzy. The world seemed to stop and stare meanwhile, Ivory sat hunched over her desk. She was holding her breath. Her phone had been ringing incessantly. Everyone had questions. So Ivory had decided to ignore the calls completely, but this time, the unknown caller was determined. Ivory stared at it. Her heart droppe
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet A woman announcing her name
Ivory hadn’t slept. There was no trace of drowsiness in her. Her body never moved from where she sat, hunched and haunted. Her drawing book widespread in front her, for what seemed like forever, Ivory went through every difference between her finished sketch and the design posted by Gracie Belle. Finally, she went to the mannequin in the studio. Her design stood in its true form. Real. Stunning. Ivory ran her hands through the dress. Every stitch, every contour— the finished dress was more beyond the paper sketch. While working on the dress, she had added last minute details—small, impulsive adjustments as the fabric came alive beneath her fingers.As she traced hands on the dress, she could trace every fiber of the dress. Even with her eyes open, she could relive her fun memories while creating the design. The reason she started thinking about spring in summer. Her hands suddenly stopped at the chest. She felt something. Something different from the fabric of the dress, Ivory
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Sideways
The next morning, Ivory stepped into the studio. The air was already wrong. The silence too heavy. Her heels clicked over the floor like a countdown until she reached the truth.Miranda looked up from her desk, pale.“Ivy…” she said, rising slowly, “you should see this.”Ivory didn’t have to be told twice. She was already walking toward the screen Miranda had turned. There it was—her sketch. The spring gown. The lines, the drape, even the handwritten note in the corner. It was unmistakably hers.But it wasn’t her name underneath.“‘Gracie Belle’s head designer drops a bombshell,’” Miranda read aloud, voice hollow. “‘A visionary new design, unveiled early this morning.’’”Ivory stared. For a long second, she didn’t blink. She just…stood.The post had over a hundred thousand likes. Comments poured in, praising the elegance of the piece. Industry names were resharing it. Fashion accounts called it the beginning of a new era. Flashy yet elegant. It was fierce yet humble.Her sketch.Post
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet For spring
The sun rose to Ivory in her office. She hadn’t gone home since last night. Hadn’t changed. Hadn’t eaten. She spent the night thinking. Make a post to counter the accusations. Denise had suggested, yet she hadn’t drafted a single word.She hated the idea of stepping out first. That’s what they wanted— to rattle her, force her to play defense while they played offense dressed as virtue. But she wasn’t going to validate an accusation that didn’t deserve her breath. Hollis Atelier didn’t steal designs. She wouldn’t start treating truth like a favor she had to beg the world to believe.If the other brand had any dignity, they’d say it themselves.That was her resolve. Yet, she doubted that she was ready for the consequences. More cancellations rolled in overnight. Their Instagram engagement tanked. Two influencers who once gushed about their gowns quietly removed tags. The studio’s ratings on Google dropped bit by bit with every passing hour.All for a lie.Ivory stood by the window o
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Gracie Belle
Ivory didn’t remember driving. One moment, she was in her apartment, still replaying last night in her head, and the next, she was standing outside Hollis Atelier, staring at Denise’s pale, frantic face.“They’re calling us thieves,” Denise blurted the moment she opened the door. “Saying we copied a design from Gracia Belle. It’s everywhere. Twitter, TikTok, Threads—God, even LinkedIn.”Ivory stepped inside. The usual soft clatter of fabric being pinned, sewing machines humming, quiet laughter—gone. The studio was too quiet. Too tense. Everyone’s eyes lifted when they saw her, and in them, she saw a mixture of fear and hope. They needed her to fix this. To protect what they’d built.Denise led her to her desk and pulled up the screen. Ivory’s chest tightened. A slick, overly-edited video was circulating: a side-by-side of their signature dress and one from a luxury house. “This is theft,” the voiceover accused. “Mid fashion disguised as originality.”Ivory clenched her jaw. “It’s not
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Elsewhere
“I won’t do it,” he finally spoke. His voice low, steady.Ivory blinked at him. The room felt suddenly colder. “Why?” she asked.He didn’t answer.Arlo’s words rushed back into her mind like cold water. Maybe this had always been inevitable. She scoffed, half-laughing, half-ashamed. “I’m so dumb. I let myself believe him again.”Willis glanced at her, brow tightening. “What did Arlo say?”She hesitated. “It wasn’t just him. I thought…” Her voice faltered. “I also thought there was more to our friendship. Maybe it’s all in my head.”She turned away—not angry, just tired.Willis watched her walk toward the door. Her bare feet were quiet on the floorboards. He should’ve let her go. Let it end here. But as she reached for the handle, the words broke out of him.“It’s not in your head,” he blurted out.She stopped.“It’s true. The thing you suspect of me—it’s true.”Ivory turned back, eyebrows raised. “What?”He swallowed. “I’m holding back because…”“Because of Arlo?” she finished for him
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