บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Chapter 101The last morning of the baecation felt like something out of a storybook. Ivory sat across from Willis on the terrace of their cliffside villa, a gentle breeze rustling the vines overhead, and the scent of ripe mango and saltwater clinging to the air. The breakfast table was laid with glossy tropical fruits, golden pancakes, and rich coffee in porcelain cups. The view before them—lush greenery tumbling down into blue waves—was almost surreal. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so still, so present.“I think I might cry,” she murmured, blinking up at him. Her sunglasses slipped a little down her nose. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”Willis’s hand tightened around his cup. He wasn’t used to being praised for the things that mattered. He looked up at her, barely able to suppress the shy smile stretching across his face. “I’m glad you like it. But—truth is—I’ve got a few confessions too.”Ivory raised an eyebrow playfully. “Confessions?”He pulled a s

“Are you still with Damian?”Camille’s laugh was low and shimmering, like a diamond sliding across glass. She didn’t answer immediately — just looked around the room, taking in the clean lines and pale lighting of Ivory’s studio as if it were a pop-up shop in a bad neighborhood.“Oh, Ivy.” She smiled, soft and condescending. “Damian? Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on a man who never found you attractive in the first place.” Then she turned, “As for your question,” she met Ivory’s eyes. “Of course we are still together. He took the twins and I to Saint-Tropez last month just to show his commitment. It was fun.”Ivory folded her arms across her chest. “That’s nice.”“I mean, it’s not for everyone,” Camille added with a tilt of her head. “Motherhood. Partnership. The whole… loving-and-being-loved thing. But we’ve always been different, haven’t we?”She walked deeper into the room like she owned it, tracing a finger across one of the hanging muslin samples. Ivory had spent all night

The ride to Arlo’s house was quiet. But this time, it didn’t feel hollow. It felt like something had shifted.Marvin’s words had sunk into the car like smoke, seeping into every crevice: “The kids at school said it’s weird that I have three parents… they said no one wants me…”How do kids come up with these things? Ivory thought to herself. Every time she glanced at the rearview, Arlo was wiping a tear from him. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, eyes fixed on the road, but not really seeing it. She could feel her heart buckling. When they arrived at Arlo’s townhouse, no one said a word. The door clicked open, and Marvin trudged in first, dropping his bag with a heavy thud. Arlo picked it up and followed behind watching Ivory and Marv walk to the living room. Ivory knelt beside Marvin, brushing a hand through his curls. “What do you feel like eating, baby?”He shrugged. “I’m not hungry.”Arlo’s voice came low. “You have to eat something, champ, everything feels better with foo

Ivory’s fingers hovered over the doorbell for a heartbeat before she pressed it. The soft chime echoed through the quiet neighborhood, but no one stirred immediately. The air was thick with spring warmth, yet the weight inside her chest made it hard to breathe.After a moment, the door swung open. Arlo stood there— taken aback, caught off guard. But other than the surprise, he was just as she remembered: calm, steady, and a little guarded, like he wasn’t sure how to handle her sudden appearance. His dark eyes held a flicker of something unspoken.“Hey,” he said softly, “come to check on Marv?”Ivory gave a soft nod, as she crossed the threshold, swallowing the lump rising in her throat. The smell of coffee and cigarettes filled the air. Her brows creased. “Are you smoking with Marvin in the house?”Arlo looked like he had seen a ghost. “Is that bad?”“Arlo, he’s is five. Five! Yes it is bad. Smoking is bad.” “I didn’t know what else to do, I’m bored out of my mind.”“Read a book! S

Ivory stood by the window a moment longer, the cool morning air brushing her skin, her mind still tangled in the conversation with Arlo. She had said no to the movie invitation, but her heart wasn’t sure what it wanted. The familiar ache lingered — the one she’d been trying to bury for months— and now it was crawling its way back to the surface, stubborn and insistent.Her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, pulling her from the spiral of thoughts.Willis: Hey, how’s your day? Thinking about you.She stared at the message, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Her fingers wanted to type something warm, reassuring — to hold on to the safe and steady world Willis offered. But the words stuck, tangled in the knot of guilt and desire inside her.Ivory sighed, locking her phone without replying. She wasn’t ready yet.⸻Later that afternoon, Ivory found herself pacing the length of her living room, the oversized hoodie she wore doing little to shield her from the storm inside. She kept rep