All Chapters of Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Jane sat on the edge of her bed, her hands gripping the fabric of her worn nightgown. The room was small, its walls bare except for a single framed picture of her mother sitting on the bedside table. Her gaze lingered on it, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.Her mother. The only person she had left in the world.Jane let out a shaky breath, her chest tightening as memories flooded her mind. Her mother’s laughter when Jane was a little girl, the gentle way she would braid her hair, the stories she told about Jane’s father before he passed. Those memories were precious, but they were overshadowed by the painful reality of the present.Her mother had been sick for years, the kind of sickness that slowly drained the life out of her. Jane had been there for every doctor’s appointment, every hospital visit, every sleepless night spent by her bedside. She had done everything in her power to keep her mother alive, sacrificing her own needs to ensure her bills were paid. But lately, it hasn't

Olivia sat on the edge of the bed, draped in a silk nightgown that clung to her figure in all the right ways. The deep crimson fabric shimmered faintly as she crossed her legs, exuding a magnetic allure that would leave anyone spellbound.Her posture was effortless, regal, and inviting. She toyed with the edge of her champagne glass, a small smile playing on her lips.Moments later, the door creaked open, and Charles stepped in. He paused, his gaze lingering on her for a second longer than he intended. “Well,” he began, loosening his tie, “you certainly know how to grab a man’s attention.”Olivia’s smile widened, her head tilting ever so slightly. “Do I?”Charles chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. “What’s going on, honey? Everything okay?” His tone was cautious, though his lips curved into an amused smile.She didn’t answer immediately, letting the silence stretch, her expression a picture of serene confidence. That smile—soft, yet laced with a hint of mischief told him t

11 months later...Today was like any other day. There was nothing special about it except the fact that the house was quiet as it used to ever since Jane left the house.Olivia adjusted her coat and prepared to step out. It had been months since Jane’s disappearance, and Olivia had begrudgingly resigned herself to the painful reality that she might never see Jane—or the baby—again.What made it worse was the gnawing uncertainty. Was it a boy or a girl? That singular question haunted her more than she cared to admit. She didn't care about the baby's gender, she just wanted to have the baby.But as she swung the door open, her world screeched to a halt.Her eyes landed on a small basket, neatly placed on the doorstep. The cooing sound that followed made her freeze in place, her breath catching in her throat.A baby.Tiny fists waved in the air, and bright, curious eyes gazed up at her. The baby was bundled snugly in a soft blanket, its cheeks rosy and full, the perfect picture of innoc

Bentley stood on the terrace of his house. The air was cool and the night was young. Nova watched him from the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself.“Are you just going to stand there?” Bentley’s voice was calm, but there was a trace of humor in it, enough to coax a small smile from her lips.She stepped out onto the terrace, her bare feet brushing against the cool tiles. “You seemed like you needed a moment,” she said softly, stopping a few steps behind him.He turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the distant lights like shards of glass. “And what about you?” he asked. “You’ve been quiet since dinner. That’s not like you.”Nova hesitated, her gaze dropping to her hands. “Nothing. I didn't just want to disturb your peace. I mean It’s… a lot to process. Everything your mother said, and then you—” She paused, biting her lower lip. “You’ve known all along. I don't know how you feel about it. It's a lot you know.Bentley’s expression softened, and he took a step closer to her. “You

The boardroom buzzed with murmurs as Bentley’s sharp eyes surveyed the shaken faces of the board members. Meredith cleared her throat, her voice breaking through the uneasy silence.“I think we can all agree,” she began, her tone tinged with a mix of shame and resolve, “that this meeting doesn’t need to continue.”Patrick nodded, his expression grim. “Everything we needed to make a decision was just handed to us in a way none of us could’ve anticipated.”Meredith turned her gaze to Bentley, her expression softening. “Mr. Sterling, we owe you an apology. For doubting your leadership, for allowing ourselves to be swayed by…” Her lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced at the vacant seat where Savannah had been moments ago.Bentley remained silent, his steely composure unwavering.Patrick leaned forward, his tone firm. “The board sees no reason to question your position as CEO. Your leadership has always been the cornerstone of SGH, and this debacle only reinforces your value. The