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Penulis: Kanny
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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.

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  • 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

  • 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

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