All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72Ivory was shocked that the first thing that popped into her mind was if Marvin was dead or alive. Maybe it was that incident five years ago, she began to think the worst case in any scenario. She wasn’t certain what she would have done if Marvin was reported dead, but again, why was the first question on her mind? Too shocked to move, or to cry, the phone had slipped from her ear, even Arlo couldn’t get himself to hang up. He was more shocked than everyone concerned. For a minute he thought he was doing a good job with Marvin. He thought being a dad came naturally, so he allowed himself to bask too much in the pleasure of how easy it was and then lost it all. As he stood there in the emergency room with his son connected to beeping machines and all, another thought that devastated him completely would be the look on Ivory’s face. How would he face her? What would he say to her that would make her forgive him?His phone still pressed to his ear, the silence between them

Chapter 74“How could it be for show? You kissed me first!” Arlo insisted. You see when you are desperate for something, you want to hold on to anything that gives you hope. It may have been pathetic but holding on to that kiss, clinging onto that gesture was Arlo’s only hope. “I was only proving a point,” she shot back, walking past him. But Arlo was not having. Before she could pull the door open, he pulled her by the arm, pinning her to the wall. His gaze lingered on her eyes before dropping to her lips. “You’re driving me crazy,” he confessed, “You don’t know what you’ve just done.”Ivory wriggled from his hold, aching to be free from his suffocating presence.“You drove me to prison, I guess we are even now.”At that accusation, Arlo narrowed his eyes shut, clenching his jaws.“Would I ever be forgiven of that sin?” He asked, his voice barely audible. “I don’t know, Arlo. Would you forgive me if the cases were reversed?”If he said yes, then he would have been lying.But he

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

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

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