All Chapters of Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chloe was just walking out of the building when she saw Franco entering what seemed to be his car."Franco," she called out.Franco's face lit up as soon as he saw Chloe. He shut the door and stood to answer her, waiting for her to approach him. "Miss Chloe.""Oh Franco, you and formalities. I've told you that I prefer being called just Chloe.""Chloe," he repeated, as though he was trying to memorize the name. He was just so used to calling people formally because of how long he has been in the business line."Yes, Chloe. I prefer it that way. So umm, where are you going, Franco?" Chloe asked, glancing at the car and then back at him."Oh Miss Chloe. Sorry, Chloe," he corrected. I'm heading home. "I am done for the day and it's time to rest.""Wow. I never knew you had a home. I actually thought you lived here because I always see you around. I see you walk in but I don't see when you leave. Except you're leaving for work.""I understand," he replied, his thick Spanish accent laced i

Nova stirred from her sleep, stretching lazily as she got up from the bed. The room was unusually quiet. She glanced at the clock and realized she had slept longer than intended. As she got up, she noticed Chloe was not in the room. Confused, she quickly got dressed and decided to look for her."Maybe she's downstairs. I should check the rooms upstairs first," Nova muttered.Bentley’s house was large, a sprawling mansion with countless rooms and hallways. Where would she even start from in looking for Chloe? And she was certain that Bentley wasn't back yet. Franco would have been somewhere around the house.Nova wandered through the corridors upstairs, checking each room as she went. Then she remembered that she had left her phone in her room. She went back to her room to pick up her phone and as she did, she dialed Chloe's number. It rang severally but she didn't pick it up.Then she decided to go downstairs and check. Maybe Chloe was in the kitchen. She couldn't have gone anywhere e

Savannah's request to stay in Bentley's room hung in the air like a thick fog, and she immediately realized her mistake. The silence that followed was deafening. She forced a laugh, trying to diffuse the awkwardness."Oh, Bentley, I was just joking! You know me," she said, her laughter sounding forced and strained.Bentley didn't respond, his expression unreadable. He simply nodded and then turned to Nova, extending his hand. "Come with me, Nova," he said softly, his voice steady and warm.Savannah felt jealous hearing him say that but she didn't show it. 'Why did he have to say it like that with that sexy voice of his?' She thought.Nova took his hand without hesitation, a small smile on her lips. Savannah watched them, jealousy tightening in her chest. As Bentley led Nova upstairs, Savannah's mind raced.Franco stood up, clearing his throat, brushing off his pants. "I think I’ll head home now," he said to Chloe, who had been watching the entire exchange with a raised eyebrow.Chloe

Savannah lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. No matter how much she tossed and turned, sleep eluded her. Her mind was a rollercoaster of emotions, jealousy, and frustration.She threw off the covers and sat up, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "This can't go on," she muttered to herself, running a hand through her tousled hair. "I can't let Nova come between us. I can't let her have Bentley. I can't even sleep because of this bitch."Her eyes narrowed as a thought crossed her mind. She reached for her phone on the bedside table and scrolled through her contacts until she found the one she was looking for. Keon. Her brother. The one person who always had her back, no matter what.Savannah hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the call button. Was she really going to do this? But then she remembered Nova's smug smile, the way Bentley looked at her with such warmth. A surge of anger gave her the resolve she needed. She pressed the call button and waited as the phone ran

Bentley sat in his office, his eyes glued to the screen displaying the company's stock prices. They were plummeting, each dip in the graph sending a wave of frustration through him. The fallout from the scandal was worse than he had anticipated. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his composure, when the door swung open and Franco walked in."Sir, I've already made some calls to the news outlets," Franco said, his tone urgent. "But the company's stock prices don't look good.""I can see that," Bentley replied, his voice strained. "I need some time to think."Franco gave a nod and stepped back, giving Bentley a moment to gather his thoughts. After a few minutes of silence, Franco spoke again. "Do you think Nova's father has a hand in this?"Bentley looked up, a hint of irritation in his eyes. "Do you remember how protective Dominic Sinclair is over his daughter?" he asked, his voice firm. "He never posted her picture even once because he was always so protective of her. Ther