Semua Bab Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Happy birthday, Miss Nova," Chloe, her favorite maid, exclaimed with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. "You look stunning." "I know right!" Nova turned from the mirror, her hands on her waist as she turned elegantly from side to side, admiring her dress. "If there's one thing that I can say right now, it is that it feels good to be 23. I mean take a look at everything. My dad has never attended my birthday party since I was born but now..." She turned back again to look at the mirror, a smile graced her lips, reflecting the joy bubbling within her. "...now he is and I feel great. This is my best year yet." "You're right, Miss Nova," Chloe chimed in, appearing behind her to adjust her hair properly. "Your father is a very busy man. Then, he would try to make out time for you by planning ahead of time but unfortunately, work would make him miss your birthday over and over again and you would end up angry and sad for the whole day." This was t

Nova's hand flew to her chest as she scanned the stranger that was sitting beside her. He was a young man dressed in a tailored charcoal gray suit, the jacket perfectly fitted to his broad shoulders. His jet-black hair was meticulously styled, framing a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. He smelled heavenly and despite his youthful appearance, there was an air of confidence and sophistication about him, befitting a millionaire. Or a billionaire. Maybe he was one. He looked like one. And goddamn, he was so handsome. "Who are you?" Nova asked. "Who am I? You're in my car, young lady," he retorted. Realizing that he made a valid point, she became calm a bit, adjusting her demeanor and her tone. "Oh... Sorry... I'm so sorry. I should be the one explaining who I am. I'm Nova. Nova Sinclair." "What are you doing in my car?" He didn't seem to be interested in what she had just said. And he sounded harsh. "Where do I even start from?" She scratch

Bentley continued to study the body of the damsel before him. He'd seen countless attractive women with nice body shapes. He wasn't sure if it was her natural beauty, or perhaps the way his clothes hugged her frame perfectly that got his interest. It even felt like he could smell his cologne on her. "It makes me feel comfortable," Nova broke the silence, explaining her choice of attire. Bentley cleared his throat, steering the conversation towards dinner. "I wanted to tell you that dinner is ready. Shall we? Ladies first," he offered, gesturing towards the stairs. "Okay. " As Nova descended, Bentley's gaze lingered, momentarily drawn to her movements,his eyes fixated on her behind. The way her perfectly round ass popped each time she took a step. From the way it bounced, he could tell that it was soft. 'What is wrong with you, Bent?' 'Stop looking at her. You don't even know how old she is.' 'You can never be interested in someone like her.' 'You c

"Clause 6. That is actually my favourite." Bentley started. "You are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission. Default and you'll be punished. Is that what it says, Miss Sinclair?" Bentley asked, his gaze remaining fixated on her."Yes," she mumbled, finally tearing her gaze away from the stark black lettering. "That's what it says."Bentley leaned back in his chair, a predatory glint in his eyes. "A necessary evil, wouldn't you say, Nova? Given the circumstances.""But wait. Are you trying to say that I am not allowed the freedom to go out as I please?"Bentley turned to Franco, his silent stare urging Franco to explain the situation to her."You get it all wrong Miss Nova. My boss is trying to say that you can go out anytime but you will tell him first. All these are to ensure your protection. There are so many bad eyes out there. My boss doesn't like scandals. He protects his business. Business is very important to him so he must protect you since you are now his responsibi

Nova pushed open the study door with a confidence that surprised even her. Gone was the nervousness that had gnawed at her these past few hours. As of now, she was all business. Bentley sat at the head of the desk, surrounded by files, a frustrated frown etched onto his face. Franco, his assistant, sat opposite him, the air buzzing with unspoken tension."Bentley," Nova announced, her voice firm. "I need to borrow your phone for a quick call, please."A beat of silence followed. Bentley's gaze, sharp and assessing, locked onto hers. There was no warmth in his expression, but surprisingly, no outburst either.Nova, determined not to crumble under his stare, continued. "I apologize for interrupting," she said quickly, hoping to defuse the situation. "You don't have to worry about anything. I can assure you that I didn't hear a word of whatever you two were having." The silence stretched, heavy and awkward. Nova shifted uncomfortably. These past few hours trapped in this mansion were s