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Not a princess in the 70s

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Ivory’s POV

“My name is Ivory Hollis. I am twenty four years old. I graduated SNU top of my class, turned down a job offer as a production manager in one of the biggest companies in my town, married a cheat, got divorced, kidnapped in the same day, got mistaken for someone else, then got married to Arlo Covelli, and now avoided by Arlo Covelli.”

“Isn’t it the other way around?” Willis spoke, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Aren’t you the one avoiding him?”

“Willis, none of this is funny. Look at my profile, there’s nothing interesting about it.”

“I beg to differ, you got divorced and remarried a few days later. That’s interesting to me.”

“Stop, Willis. I’m serious. I’m slowly losing my mind. I can’t just sleep, eat, wake up on repeat like a baby. I need a job. Please talk to him.“

“Huh,” Willis sighed softly, finally raising his gaze to meet mine. “If I dare say this to Arlo Covelli,— that his wife demands a job outside being his wife— I don’t think I’ll live to tell you the feedb
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  • 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

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   The Space Between Us

    That evening, Ivory walked into the living room holding a plate of leftovers, only to find Marvin curled up asleep on the couch, clutching one of Arlo’s old hoodies like a teddy bear.She pulled out her phone again. Her thumb hovered over the screen, she wanted to text Willis but she couldn’t find the right words. Suddenly, the phone buzzed. Willis: Still awake?The apartment went still. Ivory sat curled on the couch, a smile tugged on her lips. Willis was truly the bigger person between them. He never stayed angry with her, or were Arlo’s insinuations true? She looked at the message again. Two words. A question mark. How could she let Arlo get into her head like this? She snapped out such thoughts. Of course, Willis wasn’t angry. Not really. She should’ve known that by now—he never held grudges, not with her.Ivory: Can’t sleep.A minute passed.Willis: Me neither.Ivory tried to suppress the forming questions in her head. The silence between replies was full—of things unsaid,

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   Faintly warm; party harsh

    Chapter 81The door opened before Ivory could raise her hand to knock. Arlo stood there, looking disoriented for a moment shocked to see her. His eyes swept over her, a look of nervousness settling in his features. He cleared his throat before muttering, “What brings you by?”Ivory offered a small, tight smile. “We need to talk.” She stepped inside.The house smelled like him, faintly warm— partly harsh. The last time she’d been here, they fought too.Today she hoped it would be different. She made their way to the living room. Arlo sat on a couch opposite her. He tried to do small talk, but there was no warmth in the small talk they exchanged, only thick, suffocating tension that had never quite dissipated between them.“I’m sorry about yesterday…” Arlo blurted out, “I haven’t gotten a handle on the patience thing.”Ivory’s eyes lingered on him before she answered. “It’s… fine. That’s what I came to talk about.”He nodded, his gaze flicking to the empty seat across from him. “And

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   Pointed her to Arlo

    Ivory woke to silence.The couch groaned under her as she sat up, stiff and aching from a night spent twisted in sleep. Her neck throbbed. One foot had gone numb. The morning light stretched through the blinds, soft and gold, painting soft light lines across the walls.She blinked slowly. The apartment felt… still. Not peaceful, not tense—just still. The kind of stillness that came after too much emotion had already passed through.Her first thought was Marvin.She padded toward his room, only to find the bed empty. A flicker of panic rose in her chest until she turned the corner and saw him.He was curled on the other end of the couch, wrapped in Willis’s jacket like a cocoon. His small fists clutched at the fabric, and his lips were slightly parted in sleep. He looked safe. Asleep, he always reminded her of the baby version of himself—before custody schedules, before separation.Ivory’s breath hitched. Not because he wasn’t safe, but because he looked safer here—like this—than he h

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   I’m sorry, I love her

    Twenty minutes later, the house echoed with a knock on the door.Ivory opened the door slowly. Her eyes were red from crying silent tears no one else could see. Marvin ran past her before she could speak.“Dad!”Willis caught him in his arms with a surprised but immediate embrace. “Hey, little man.” He held him tight, kissed his temple. “You okay?”Marvin nodded against his shoulder, then looked back at the apartment with quiet dread. “Can we go now?”Willis’s brows lifted, he caught a figure approaching behind Ivory with his arms folded and jaw clenched.“Arlo?” Arlo didn’t respond until he reached the door way. “I was just leaving.”Willis stepped aside, drinking in the tensed air between them.Arlo brushed past Willis, hands clenched in his pocket. He was angry, but not at Willis. How could he hate him? He always respected Willis as a man greater than himself. He would have never done the things he’d done. He wouldn’t have ever allowed Ivory stay in jail for five years. He would

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   Purple waffles

    Ivory leaned against the back of her bedroom door, fingers curled tightly around her phone. Her knees still trembled, not from physical exhaustion, but from the kind of emotional dizziness that came with standing too close to a cliff she swore she’d never look over again.She didn’t know how long she sat there, cross-legged on the cold marble floor, eyes fixed on her last message to Willis. Maybe she expected him to call. Maybe she wanted him to come knocking, to pull her out from the storm inside her own head.But he didn’t.And she knew why.Because he was a good man. And good men don’t come running into messes they can’t clean up.Ivory inhaled deeply, rubbing her temple to relax. She thought she was healing. She thought she could stand across Arlo and not feel anything. But today proved otherwise.It wasn’t just his face, or the way he effortlessly lifted Marvin into his arms—it was the ease. The way he folded himself into their morning like he’d never left. Like heartbreak, bet

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   Come over?

    Willis sat up, phone pressed to his ear. Ivory’s voice echoed softly on the other end of the phone. “You were right,” she whispered. “Everything about him triggers me.”He could hear the crack in her voice. The final admittance. He wasn’t surprised. He knew Ivory still thought about Arlo sometimes. He knew he still affected her in many ways than she chose to admit.Her decision not to pursue anything with him was probably the only way to protect herself from falling back into the arms of the one person who hurt more than anyone else, yet his arms were probably the only place she wanted to be. “Help me move on, Willis,” her voice broke the silence, “I’ll do anything to be free from this hurt.”“Okay,” Willis finally answered, “We uh… we will figure out a way.” When the call ended, Ivory put her phone down and tears flooded her face. Tears of sadness, and heartbreak. Tears of a new beginning. When she had shedded enough tears to find solace, she slowly gave in to the rest her body

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   The quiet before the storm

    The city moved at its usual pace—fast enough to feel like a blur, slow enough to remind Ivory of the days that kept slipping through her fingers. Three months had passed since the hospital incident, but the memory of that hallway kiss, the tension, the heartbreak—it all still lingered like a ghost, silently questioning her decision to end things with him. Ivory stood by the window of Hollis Atelier, coffee in hand, watching the street below. Her brand was thriving. What had started as an answer in time of desperation had grown into a recognizable name, whispered across fashion boards and praised by editors. Yet despite the success, there were quiet moments like this, where she found herself wondering about things that had nothing to do with fabric or runways.She smiled when she saw Willis crossing the street toward her building, brown paper bag in hand. Right on time. Ivory walked to the door and opened it before he knocked.“You always ruin my dramatic entrances,” Willis said, s

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