All Chapters of Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nova entered the luxury restaurant with a confident stride. She was a striking figure in an emerald-green dress that accentuated her tall, slender frame. The dress’s elegant cut and subtle sheen drew admiring glances as she moved. Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face with effortless grace.Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on her father, Dominic, seated at a private table near the back. His expression was unreadable, but there was a stroke of warmth in his eyes that he quickly masked behind his usual stoic facade.Dominic rose to his feet, his well-tailored suit a perfect fit for the elite environment. As Nova approached, she managed a polite greeting, despite the tension simmering between them. “Hello, dad.”Dominic didn’t return the greeting but nodded curtly as she took her seat across from him. The table between them felt like a chasm, filled with the unspoken words and unresolved issues that had festered for months.Nova

Nova pushed open the door to Bentley’s office, a sigh escaping her lips. Her footsteps were heavy with exhaustion and it showed in every weary step she took. Without a word, she dropped the document onto Bentley’s desk with a loud slap, the sound resonating in the otherwise quiet room. She sank into the chair opposite him, rubbing her temples as if trying to ward off a headache.Bentley looked up from his laptop, his concern immediate. “Baby, are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening as he took in her tired expression.Nova sighed, letting her hands fall into her lap. “He refused, Bentley. My father rejected the offer.”Bentley frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Why? It’s a solid offer. I mean, I crafted the best deal."Nova leaned back in her chair, her gaze distant. “He said it’s because of your father. He told me a story about how your father betrayed him years ago, handing over a crucial deal to someone else and crippling Sinclair Enterprises in the process. He

Emery reclined on the plush sofa in her elegantly furnished living room, her legs tucked beneath her, clad in a pair of soft gray sweatpants and an oversized white T-shirt. She looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the cityscape, her mind elsewhere as she held her phone to her ear.The voice on the other end of the line was tense. “We need to act fast, Emery. If those pictures get out—”“I know, Austin. I’m trying from my end to find out who’s behind this whole thing. My team is close to identifying the culprit,” she responded, her tone calm yet firm, a glaring contrast to the panic in Austin’s voice.Emery had always been composed under pressure, a trait that served her well in her high-society life. She lounged back against the cushions, running a hand through her loose waves of dark hair. “But listen, don’t worry too much. It’s just pictures of us kissing and holding hands. It’s not like we were naked or anything.”“Just pictures?” Austin echoed, clearly not soothed by

Emery couldn't believe her ears. Her husband wasn't supposed to think this way. This wasn’t the reaction she had braced herself for. The insincerity in his voice even made it worse and yet, the words. The words sounded lovable."Majid... why aren't you angry with me? Why aren't you—" her voice cracked, "why aren't you divorcing me? Why don't you want to divorce me?" Her eyes widened as she patiently waited for answers."You want that so badly, don't you?" Majid's gaze pierced onto her eyes, and then he let out a slow breath, his gaze steady but cold. “Make no mistake, Emery, I am furious with you, and this is not the way you are expecting me to act.” His tone sharpened, like the edge of a blade. “But I don’t believe in divorce. I won’t allow our children to carry the history of a broken home with them. I won’t let them see our marriage end in ruins. I love them that much and you already know I am a traditional man.”Emery had always known Majid as a man of principles, but this was dif

Dinner at Franco's house was anything but lighthearted.The dining room, though bathed in a soft, golden glow from the chandelier hanging overhead, casted a bright, inviting light over the long, polished mahogany table. The room was elegant, with rich, deep hues of burgundy and gold adorning the walls, and heavy velvet curtains partially drawn back to reveal the twilight sky. The table itself was a picture of perfection, laid out with a variety of sumptuous dishes. Roasted lamb, seasoned to perfection, sat in the center, surrounded by bowls of vibrant, steamed vegetables, a platter of fresh fruit, and a selection of fine wines. Crystal glasses caught the light, shimmering as they stood beside silverware that gleamed under the chandelier’s glow.Nova sat beside Lucia, her posture relaxed but her mind uneasy, sensing the tension that seemed to hover in the air. Chloe sat across from them, directly beside Franco, her usually cheerful demeanor slightly subdued, while Lucia, sat beside N