Semua Bab Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Bab 11 - Bab 20

It's been 2 days since her father came to the house. The weekend actually. Surprisingly, Nova didn't think that she'd enjoy staying at Bentley's house but she did. Even though there was no one to talk to, she blended in just fine and she was grateful for it.Then the doorbell rang. So there was a doorbell after all. It made her wonder why Franco chose to knock on the door that day instead of using the doorbell. Maybe everyone that lived in this house was dramatic after all.Nova went to answer the door. From the cam, she saw a man. He was putting on a face cap and shades. She wondered who it was. Should she call Bentley or just answer the door straight up?She opened the door and saw the young man. He wore a friendly smile on his face and when she looked down, she saw a couple of shopping bags. "I'm guessing you're the lady Mr Sterling asked me to shop for. Hi, I'm Carl, Bentley's personal shopper," he said, holding out his hand for a handshake."Oh," Nova took his hand and shook hi

"I don't understand. What do you mean by ‘you are disappointed’?" Nova scoffed, her hands on her waist as she stared at both Bentley and the coffee cup in awe. Her eyes narrowed as she continued, "You don't even know what you're talking about! Claire made this coffee, not me. How can you be disappointed in me for something I didn't even do?"Bentley raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Exactly. I know Claire made the coffee, which is why I'm disappointed. I expected you to handle it."Nova's face turned crimson. She opened her mouth to retort, then shut it, realizing she had jumped to conclusions. "Oh," she muttered, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "I...I guess I overreacted."Bentley leaned back in his chair, his expression softening slightly. "Next time, Nova, wait for me to finish what I'm saying before you flare up."Before Nova could respond, the office door burst open, and an energetic figure strode in with his arms stretched wide and a

Bentley and Nova stepped into the luxurious restaurant, its décor and soft lighting was the exact standard for the wealthy. Nova, familiar with such settings, found herself more intrigued by Bentley’s gentlemanly demeanor following her confrontation with Savannah and his invitation to lunch at the luxurious restaurant.As if Bentley could read her mind, he glanced at her and asked, "Are you surprised that I brought you out for lunch?"Nova admitted with a nod, "Yes. I didn't expect it."He chuckled softly. "I didn't want to eat alone today. Austin didn't want to come with me. Besides, after this morning, I thought you could use a break."'Is that a smile I see. Wow. Guess who's really a gentleman after all.'Just then, a waitress arrived with the menus. Nova took hers, but as she looked at it, her mind was blank. There were just so many things to choose from that she couldn’t seem to focus on the words in front of her. Or was it because Bentley was sitting right in front of her? Ben

Nova had already seen the news, and she wondered if Bentley had seen it too. As she contemplated this, Bentley walked in with Franco, passing by without saying anything to her. She recalled Bentley's preference for formality and decided to mind her own business.She couldn't help but ponder if Bentley would eventually decide to chase her away. Moreover, she wondered why her father would take such drastic measures. Dominic Sinclair was capable of manipulating the media better than anyone, but what was his motive this time?What irked her the most was how he omitted the part where he had tried to force her into an unwanted engagement on her birthday, which had driven her to flee from home. Instead, he portrayed it as if Bentley had merely given her a contract and refused to release her to him.Nova was fully aware that her father's ultimate goal was to sabotage Bentley's reputation and ruin his business. She felt a surge of frustration and helplessness, caught between her father's relen

"Honey, what did you do? I saw the news! Please don't tell me you did that." Victoria Sinclair's voice was laced with disbelief and anger as she stood in their lavishly decorated bedroom.Dominic Sinclair, who had been pacing near the large bay window, turned to face his wife. Her usually calm demeanor was replaced by a rare display of frustration, something that immediately put him on edge."Victoria, I did what was necessary," he said, attempting to maintain his composure despite the rising tension in the room.Victoria walked closer, her steps soft against the plush carpet. "You put our daughter on the spot, Dominic. You know how much she hates being in the spotlight. What were you thinking?"Dominic sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I understand your concern, but I had no choice. Bentley Sterling needed to be shaken, and this was the most effective way to do it. That boy is stubborn. You don't expect me to give up on our daughter like that. I just had to do somethin