Semua Bab Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Lucia’s eyes were cold, calculating as she stood in Chloe’s doorway, her gaze lingering on Chloe with an unsettling intensity. She stepped further into the room, her movements deliberate, almost as if she were staking claim to the space. And then her eyes darted around Chloe's room as if studying it, as if it was the first time she was seeing the room. Finally, her eyes rested on Chloe, and she began. "I noticed something today," Lucia said, her voice low, but with a sharp edge. "Things in my room weren’t quite as I left them. I wasn’t sure if anyone had been in there. So I came here to ask you if you had entered my room."Chloe froze for a split second, already knowing where this was going. She had gone into Lucia’s room earlier to clean, but she hadn’t been in there long. Still, the last thing she needed was Lucia starting up a new drama, especially not now, when she was already juggling the disturbing revelation about Savannah number's on her phone. Or was this what this was all a

Bentley’s office had settled into its usual late-night quietude, save for the faint hum of soft music in the background—just a mellow rhythm, nothing too distracting, but enough to take the edge off the silence. The desk lamp cast a dim, soft glow over the otherwise cool, minimalist interior of the office room. The faint scent of leather and polished wood hung in the air.Bentley sat behind his desk, his laptop open in front of him, the screen displaying an array of charts and documents that blurred together in his tired mind.He sighed quietly, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temple as he tried to refocus. His suit jacket, now draped over the back of his chair, had become too stifling to wear any longer.He stood, stretching his long limbs and rolling his stiff shoulders. He felt the weight of the day pressing down on him, a dull ache creeping into his lower back from hours spent in the same position. His mind wandered briefly. Nova. He should have been home by now. His th

Bentley didn’t move as Ivy closed the distance between them, his mind a jumbled mess of thoughts and desires. She approached slowly, her eyes dark with intent, her hips swaying sensually with each step she took. When she finally reached him, she didn’t hesitate. Without a word, she straddled his lap, her legs crossing over him, pulling her body flush against his. His hands instinctively went to her hips, his breath hitching as her busts, full and bare, pressed against his chest. Her perfume was intoxicating, filling his senses, and it made everything worse.Bentley tried to look away, tried to find any reason to stop this madness, but his gaze inevitably trailed down from her face to her chest. His eyes lingered on her nipples—pink, perky, and tantalizingly close. Ivy noticed, of course. She tilted her head slightly, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.“Do you want to suck it?” Her voice was a sultry whisper, and when he looked back up into her eyes, there was no denying what he wan

Bentley stepped through the door, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. He shut the door gently behind him, careful not to disturb the stillness. It was past one in the morning, and the darkness outside mirrored the weight pressing against his chest. Bentley loosened his tie as his gaze traveled through the dimly lit sitting room, the soft glow from a table lamp catching the edge of Nova’s frame.Nova sat on the couch, her body slightly slumped forward, her eyes blinking as she fought off the drowsiness that had crept in. Chloe was curled up on the other end of the couch, fast asleep, a blanket half-draped over her.The moment Bentley entered, Nova stirred awake, a smile tugging at her lips despite her obvious exhaustion. She stood up, brushing the sleep from her eyes as she approached him."You're home," she said softly, her voice filled with relief. "I was calling you. I tried so many times, but you didn’t pick up.

Chloe poked at her scrambled eggs with her fork, stifling a laugh as Bentley flipped through the news on his phone across the table. Nova sat beside her, munching on a piece of toast and nudging Chloe's knee with her own beneath the table, raising an eyebrow in silent question."What's so funny?" Nova asked, her voice light and teasing, before taking another bite of her toast.Chloe shook her head, grinning mischievously. "I was just remembering that time… you know, when you were like, fifteen? We were at the dining table and you were completely messed up."Nova’s eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh no. You’re not talking about—""Yes, I am," Chloe cut her off, laughing. "That dinner with your dad. You got so nervous you dropped your entire bowl of soup, like, right in front of him. I swear, his face—""Don’t remind me!" Nova groaned, burying her face in her hands. "He looked so disgusted he couldn’t even finish his meal. I think he said something like, ‘This is why we have manners, Nova