Semua Bab Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Bab 221 - Bab 230

“I choose… I choose the first option.”Ivy wasn't sure if she had made the right decision but wasn't it better for her to have chosen a choice that was spelled out over a choice that was unknown?Knox never mentioned what the second choice was and that was what made it even more ominous.Knox leaned back, his sharp gaze locked on her. He didn’t speak, didn’t offer her the faintest hint of reprieve. Instead, he let the silence stretch forcing her to fill it.“I was wrong,” Ivy began, her voice breaking. Her hands fidgeted, betraying the nerves she tried so hard to suppress. “What I did to your mother… it was unforgivable. I know that. I’ve known it every single day since it happened.”Knox’s expression didn’t shift. He crossed his arms, waiting, his silence demanding for more.Ivy swallowed hard, a lump of regret lodged in her throat. “I didn’t set out to scam her. That wasn’t the plan.” Her hands gripped the edge of her seat as she continued, her voice wavering. “I was desperate. My b

The boardroom was stifling, not from heat but from the tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud. Bentley sat at the head of the polished glass table, his expression unreadable. Around him, the company’s top executives shifted uncomfortably, their voices low as they murmured among themselves, waiting for the meeting to officially begin.Finally, Meredith, one of the executives cleared her throat, rising to her feet with a tablet in hand. Her tone was steady, but there was a hint of unease in her eyes as she spoke."Let’s get straight to it," she said, tapping on the screen to project charts onto the large monitor at the far end of the room. "Since the video leaked, our stocks have dropped by 12%. Social media is relentless. #CancelBentley has been trending for three days straight. Investors are pulling out faster than we can reassure them, and the media isn’t letting up."The room fell silent as everyone absorbed her words. Robert, the CFO, leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "An

Savannah tugged at the zipper of her leather laptop bag, shoving papers and her tablet inside with hurried precision. The day had dragged on long enough, and sending Lina on a last-minute business errand had been her final task. Now, she looked forward to the calm silence of her house, especially after the fuss she had caused so far with Bentley's little drunk video.She reached for her jacket draped over the chair when the office door swung open violently, slamming against the wall.Startled, Savannah turned sharply to see Olivia Sterling, Bentley's mother, standing in the doorway. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her jaw clenched, and her eyes blazed with an anger Savannah had never seen before.“Olivia?” Savannah managed, her confusion laced with irritation. “What’s the meaning of—”Before she could finish, Olivia closed the distance between them with surprising speed and struck her hard across the face with a thunderous slap. The sharp crack of the slap echoed in the ro

Savannah twirled in the center of her expansive living room, her white fur robe billowing around her like soft clouds as she pivoted on the plush white slippers gracing her feet. The rhythmic strains of a lively waltz filled the apartment, the music echoing against the high ceilings and the marble floors. She swayed, stepping in time with the tempo, letting her champagne flute catch the light as she spun, giggling. Her loose hair, dark and shimmering, tumbled over her shoulders, brushing against her robe as she moved with an unrestrained joy that bordered on delirium.She laughed aloud, throwing her head back, a sound of unrestrained freedom, almost a little mad but entirely intentional. She wasn’t insane—not in the way that mattered. Her movements were erratic and indulgent, a performance meant solely for herself. She thrust her arm outward, the champagne spilling slightly from her glass, but she didn’t care. She sang a line from the waltz’s instrumental melody, adding her voice to

Outside the venue, Castiel leaned casually against his car, phone pressed to his ear, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Everything’s going perfectly, Savannah," he said, his voice low but filled with unmasked confidence. "The setup is flawless, the event is drawing the right attention, and Nova…she’s starting to lower her walls. If I play this right, I might actually get her to fall for me soon."On the far side of the parking lot, Franco stood behind a hedge, his hands stuffed into his pockets. His sharp ears picked up Castiel’s every word, and a glint of disdain crossed his face. He shook his head, biting back the urge to step out and confront him. If Bentley were here, Castiel wouldn’t be standing so smug. The way he’s talking, like Nova’s some trophy he’s trying to win—it’s disgusting.Franco lingered for another moment, silently committing Castiel’s words to memory, before turning away. There was no point in confronting him now. Not without Bentley nearby. He decided in