Semua Bab Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Ivy spotted Bentley slumped over at the end of the bar, his shoulders heavy with a weariness. He would sigh over and over again, taking shots upon shots. He just couldn't stop.Ivy had been tracking him all evening, waiting for the right moment, the perfect opportunity to carry out the plan Savannah had set in motion. This was it—Bentley alone, isolated, and, judging by the bottle of whiskey in front of him, already deep in his thoughts and likely vulnerable.Taking a breath, Ivy straightened her shoulders, her practiced smile slipping effortlessly onto her face as she made her way over to him. She slid onto the barstool beside him, resting her elbow on the polished surface, her fingers grazing the edge of his glass as if she’d just stumbled upon him by coincidence."Well well well, who do we have here? Bentley," she greeted, her voice was light and casual, but with just enough concern laced in to hint at sincerity. "Rough night?"He turned slowly, blinking at her with bleary, unfocus

Bentley’s gaze was sharp, unyielding, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against the wall, keeping Ivy pinned under his unrelenting scrutiny. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch, yet his presence loomed over her, heavy and pressing.“You haven’t changed, Ivy,” he said, voice low and enigmatic, a quiet storm barely contained. His eyes raked over her, his glance cutting, assessing, stripping away her composure. “From the moment you walked into my office, asking for forgiveness—claiming you wanted to make amends—I knew exactly what you were after.”Ivy’s breath stilled, her eyes darting around the room, desperate, as if searching for a way out. But Bentley stepped in closer, his posture still relaxed, his expression disarmingly calm, though his eyes held the intensity of a man whose patience had run dry.“Did you think you could fool me?” His words were smooth, his tone unnervingly casual, almost mocking. “You think I didn’t see through you?”“I’m not—Bentley, it’s no

The engine hummed quietly as Castiel drove down the nearly empty expressway, the city lights blurring into streaks outside Nova’s window. She sat silently in the passenger seat, her body angled away from him, arms wrapped tightly around herself, as if that might keep the fragments of her heart from scattering any further. She kept her gaze fixed on the road outside, her reflection faintly visible in the glass, but her mind was far behind them, back in Bentley’s house, back with the memory of him and Ivy locked together in romance.The pain pressed hard against her chest, almost as if someone were squeezing the life from her. Did she, perhaps, still love him? She bit down on her lip, the thought sending another sharp stab through her. But why? She’d already broken things off. It shouldn’t have mattered. And yet, the sight of him with someone else had ripped something open inside her. As if she hadn’t been ready to really let go after all.A tear slipped down her cheek before she could

Savannah reclined in her high-backed chair, a satisfied smile gracing her lips as Ivy entered her office. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft lines across the polished desk where a glass of sparkling water sat untouched."Ivy," Savannah began warmly, gesturing to the seat opposite her, "you’re right on time. I was just about to—""I’m resigning," Ivy interrupted, her voice trembling just enough to betray her nerves.Savannah blinked, the words hanging in the air like an unresolved note. It was like she didn't hear correctly. "I beg your pardon?" she asked, leaning forward, her expression shifting from surprise to mild disbelief.Ivy stood frozen in place, the brown envelope in her trembling hands. Her gaze darted around the room, unable to meet Savannah’s piercing eyes. She swallowed hard, her grip on the letter tightening as if it were her lifeline.Savannah leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. "Is this some kind of joke? Because, Ivy, I don’t find it fu

Ivy sat in the back seat of the taxi, her attention fixed on her phone as she scrolled through messages. Even Savannah's was amongst the endless streak of messages. Every few moments, a new notification popped up, drawing her fingers to tap and swipe with habitual ease. She wasn't going to respond to either of them and even if she wanted to, it was only Bentley's own that she was going to respond to but she waited endlessly for any message from him or the people she owed notifying her that her bills had been cleared.She glanced up briefly and a frown settled on her face. The driver had taken a turn—a different one from the usual route to Maple Street.“Hey,” Ivy called out, her tone sharp enough to draw attention but laced with curiosity. “Where are you going? This isn’t the usual way to Maple Street.”The man behind the wheel, a burly figure with a weathered cap shadowing most of his face, tilted his head slightly to the side. His voice was calm, almost too casual, as he answered,