Semua Bab Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Bab 231 - Bab 240

The event hall shone with luxury, gold and cream hues dominating the decor. Crystal chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling.Elite guests clad in designer ensembles sipped champagne and exchanged pleasantries. This was not just an event; it was a statement of Nova Sinclair’s rise as a formidable force in the fashion industry.Her father was already a strong force in the business world and of course, she was going to follow in his footsteps.Behind the scenes, Nova stood in front of a full-length mirror in the dressing room, her reflection exuding grace and power. She wore a floor-length gown of deep emerald green, the silky fabric hugging her curves and pooling elegantly at her feet. The plunging neckline was tastefully adorned with intricate beadwork, while the back dipped low, revealing just enough to leave an air of intrigue. Her hair was swept into a sleek updo, a few strands cascading delicately to frame her face. Diamond earrings sparkled against her skin, and her makeup was

The atmosphere in the grand hall was shattered by the deafening crash of glass. Gasps and screams rippled through the crowd as chaos erupted.Nova Sinclair, seated directly beneath the falling monstrosity, froze, her mind blank in those fleeting seconds of impending doom. But before the impact, Castiel lunged forward, pulling her out of harm’s way. They tumbled to the floor, his arm shielding her from the debris.The aftermath was a discord of voices. Guests scrambled, some checking on Nova while others gaped at the wreckage. Yet amidst the chaos, Bentley stormed toward Castiel.Before anyone could make sense of his movements, Bentley’s hand gripped Castiel’s arm. His voice, low but laced with fury, cut through the clamor.“You will have to come with me, Castiel,” Bentley growled, his grip unrelenting.Castiel didn’t resist. He wore a smug expression as Bentley dragged him out of the hall, leaving behind a flurry of confused murmurs.“Nova! Are you okay?” Chloe’s voice was frantic as

Nova and Bentley stepped out of the dressing room, the door clicking shut behind them with a soft finality. The hum of the party and distant voices from the main house seemed muffled, as if the world around them had quieted in the wake of everything that had just happened. Bentley walked at her side, his stride steady, but his eyes never left her. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his silence pressing down on her.As they stepped into the grand entryway, Nova’s eyes scanned the room. The others were waiting, the atmosphere thick with expectation. Her mother, Victoria, rushed to meet her, her heels clicking against the floor."Nova! Oh my baby!" Victoria’s voice broke the tension, high-pitched with concern. "Are you alright? I was looking for you— where did you go? You had me worried sick," She reached out, her hands trembling slightly as she cupped Nova’s face, her eyes scanning every inch of her daughter’s expression.Nova didn’t say anything immediately. She d

Dominic leaned forward, his piercing gaze drilling into Castiel like a dagger. The stillness in the room was suffocating, broken only by the faint ticking of a nearby clock and the air conditioner. Castiel’s breath hitched as Dominic’s voice, deep and steady, filled the space.“If you were anyone else, totally unrelated to Charles. Or if this had happened when we haven't put aside our differences,” Dominic began, his tone sharp enough to cut, “I’d have beaten you to a pulp right where you stand. Then, I’d lock you up myself. And when I was satisfied you’d had enough, I’d release you—just to sue you for attempted murder.”Castiel’s knees buckled. He dropped to the floor with a dull thud, his palms pressed together in front of him as though in prayer. “Please, Mr. Sinclair,” he stammered, tears threatening to spill. “I—I beg you. I’ll do anything you ask. Just don’t send me to jail. Please!”Dominic straightened, his expression stoic as he let Castiel grovel. The silence that followed f

Bentley Sterling leaned back in the plush seat of his car, his sharp gaze fixed on the live projection of Nova’s press conference displayed on the iPad in his hands. The screen illuminated his face, revealing a faint but undeniable smile—a rare sight for the usually stoic man. He adjusted his posture slightly, his custom-tailored suit catching the faint light streaming in from the car windows. Franco, seated beside him, stole a glance, intrigued by his boss' reaction.“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Bentley finally remarked, his deep voice smooth but tinged with a quiet pride. He didn’t elaborate, leaving Franco to wonder whether the comment was directed at him or merely a thought voiced aloud.Franco smirked. “She did great. Definitely shut down all the noise.”Bentley didn’t respond immediately, his attention returning to the screen as Nova made her closing statement, her poise commanding the room even through the lens. His smile widened, enigmatic as ever. “She doesn’t just shut