Alle Kapitel von Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Nova walked briskly down the hall, her hands tucked inside her blazer jacket. She needed a moment to herself and decided to head for the restroom which was located somewhere upstairs. As she rounded a corner, she locked eyes with Castiel. He was giving instructions to one of the male workers, but their gaze met with an intense stare.His gaze was intense, making her feel a knot of unease in her stomach.. Determined to avoid any confrontation, she ignored him and continued on her way.She pushed open the door to the female restroom and stepped inside, seeking a moment of respite. As she turned on the faucet to wash her hands, Castiel followed her in, forcefully shutting the door behind him. He pressed her against the wall, his breath coming in hot, rapid bursts."What the hell are you doing, Castiel?" Nova's voice trembled, her eyes widened with fear.There was a wild look of frustration on Castiel's face. "I should be the one asking you that question, Nova. I am tired of being ignore

Savannah leaned back in her chair, her thoughts racing. Sitting here without answers, letting Castiel have his way, felt foolish. She couldn't just leave things unresolved—especially when it concerned her brother. She was determined to find out exactly what happened.With newfound resolve, Savannah stood up, straightened her dress, and left her office, her heels echoing through the hallway as she made her way to Castiel's office. The closer she got, the more her mind played out various scenarios. She couldn't shake the image of Bentley's anger or Castiel's beaten face.This was the first time that such a thing was happening in SGH. She already knew that Bentley and her brother, Castiel had beef already but it never escalated to any of them getting beat up. Maybe Chelsea was right. Maybe this was about Nova indeed but she needed to know exactly what happened.When she reached Castiel's door, she hesitated briefly before pushing it open. Castiel was sitting at his desk, staring blankly

The weekend sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, bright radiance across the living room, highlighting the dust motes that danced in the air. It was one of those rare mornings where neither Franco nor Chloe had anywhere else to be, a quiet day reserved just for them. They had planned to spend it cleaning the house—an activity that, while mundane and exhausting, felt different when they were together.Franco had started with the windows, humming softly to himself as he worked. Chloe, on the other hand, was in charge of the floors, moving the mop back and forth with a certain rhythm, her focus more on watching Franco than the task at hand. She admired how the sunlight made his dark hair shine, the way his muscles moved under his shirt as he wiped the glass.But as she watched, a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She dipped the mop into the soapy bucket, twirling it playfully before flicking it in Franco's direction. The soapy droplets hit his shirt, leaving little w

Two weeks ago...In the heart of a bustling Madrid, Spain, the sun had long dipped below the horizon, leaving the streets bathed in the warm glow of amber streetlights. The city pulsed with life, its vibrant energy echoing through the narrow alleyways and across the wide plazas. It was a place where the old world met the new, where centuries-old buildings stood beside modern constructions, and where traditions mingled with contemporary lifestyles.In a dimly lit apartment on the outskirts of the city, Lucia, Franco's mother, swayed to the rhythm of her favorite song, a sultry flamenco number that filled the room with its passionate beats. She held a cigarette between her fingers, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke in a slow, deliberate stream. The air was thick with the scent of tobacco, mingling with the faint aroma of old leather and wine that permeated the room.Lucia's apartment was a reflection of her life—cluttered yet organized, with an air of decadence that clung to

Nova and Chloe strolled up to Franco and Chloe’s house, their laughter echoing through the evening air. They laughed about the funny events that had taken place at the mall and some of the fun things they did asides shopping.They were loaded down with nylon bags filled with ice cream and snacks from their mall excursion, their spirits high after a fun-filled shopping trip.As they approached the front door, Chloe nudged Nova playfully. “I can’t believe we got all this stuff. The fridge is filled up already,” Chloe said, a grin on her face. “We’re definitely not going to need to eat dinner after this.”“I think we’re set for the next week,” Nova laughed back, her cheeks flushed with the cool evening air.They reached the door and Nova reached for the handle, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight. The door swung open to reveal Franco and his mother sitting cozily on the couch, engaged in a conversation that seemed both relaxed and heartfelt. So many thoughts ran through her head. D