Semua Bab Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Bentley paced the length of his bedroom. It was well-lit too. He was dressed in a pair of dark navy pajama pants and a matching long-sleeve shirt. His hand rested in the pocket of his pants, fingers tapping as he walked, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. His phone buzzed again, and he checked the clock—midnight. Austin's call had left him unsettled. Bentley stopped his pacing momentarily, running a hand through his tousled hair.Across the room, Nova was arranging some of Bentley’s clothes in the wardrobe. She wore a simple yet elegant nightgown that brushed against her legs as she moved. Nova’s attention was divided between her task and Bentley’s restless movements, her eyes darting to him with curiosity and concern."Babe, is everything okay?" Nova asked, as she folded a piece of clothing and stacked it onto the other."Yeah just that--"Just then, Bentley’s phone rang again, and he snatched it from the nightstand with a sense of urgency. As he answered the call, his posture

Bentley stared at David for a long moment, the confession settling heavily between them, thickening the air on the rooftop. The distant hum of the city, the faint bass of the club’s music below—it all faded as the weight of David’s words lingered. Bentley’s expression was unreadable, but there was no mistaking the cold edge in his eyes.“More money?” Bentley’s voice was low, dangerous. “That’s what this is about? Blackmailing your own brother because you wanted more money?”David shifted uncomfortably under Bentley’s intense gaze. His bravado, already crumbling, shattered entirely as he was forced to confront the truth of what he’d done. He had nothing left but desperation and shame, and it showed in the way his shoulders slumped, in the way he looked anywhere but at Bentley’s piercing eyes.“I wasn’t thinking clearly,” David muttered, his voice hoarse. “I... I never meant for it to get this far. I just wanted him to listen to me, to pay attention. But then it got out of control, and

Bentley leaned against the kitchen island, watching as Nova scrolled through her phone, absorbed in a sea of emails. Or was it social media? The ticking of the clock filled the comfortable silence, but Bentley's expression remained stoic, his fingers drumming lightly on the counter in impatience.He has been waiting for Nova to notice him but she seemed too absorbed with her phone. Nova, seated at the kitchen island, was dressed in one of Bentley's long shirts, its hem barely grazing her thighs, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She hadn’t bothered changing since the morning, and the oversized shirt draped over her frame with casual ease.Bentley's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than usual, a subtle smile curving on his lips. "You know," he started, breaking the quiet, "I really like seeing you in my shirt."Nova looked up from her phone, a teasing smile playing at her lips. "Oh? Is that so?""Yeah," Bentley said, his voice soft, but there was something undeniably apprec

Chelsea stood in the middle of Savannah’s lavish office, her head bowed, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She dared not lift her eyes to meet the woman’s gaze as she finished recounting her failure. Her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of dread settling heavily in her gut. The silence that followed her words was thick, the tension in the air almost suffocating. Savannah sat behind her desk, her hands clasped together as she studied Chelsea with an intensity that made the younger woman’s skin crawl. The rich, dark wood of the desk gleamed in the soft light streaming in from the tall windows, but the luxury of the space did nothing to ease Chelsea's nerves. Savannah’s voice was a whisper at first, dangerously quiet. “Repeat what you just said.” Chelsea swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she obeyed. “Nova caught me… following her.” The sound of the chair scraping against the floor as Savannah rose felt like a death knell in Chelsea’s ears. Savannah stepped

Chloe stood outside Lucia's door, a bundle of cleaning supplies by her side, her hand raised to knock. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if Lucia was even inside. After all, Lucia rarely left her door unlocked if she wasn’t expecting someone, and Chloe had learned early on to tread lightly when it came to Franco’s mother.She wasn't even supposed to be there trying to clean her room after all the stress that Lucia had given her. But there she was. She was a freak for cleanliness and besides that, she didn't think that she should allow her man's mother to clean her own room. She was a traditional woman when it comes to things like that and she was merely doing it as a form of respect.Knock, knock. Chloe knocked on the door. She knocked severally but still, there was no response.Her brows furrowed, and she tried again, rapping a little louder this time. Still nothing. The silence beyond the door stretched thin, and Chloe glanced down the hallway. Empty.After a brief internal deb