All Chapters of Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Savannah sat on the couch in her brother, Keon's house, her face twisted in anger. Her arms rested on her thighs, folded into a fist, her head down and her knees bounced frantically as she thought about everything that had happened at Bentley's house. Slowly, she was plotting her next move. She wasn't going down without a fight, not after the humiliation she faced in that house.Keon, who had been absorbed in his game console, dropped his headphones and controller when he saw his sister's agitation. He crossed the room and sat beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder."Savannah," he began softly, "you need to calm down. What happened?"But Savannah stood up abruptly, her pacing frenetic as she moved around the room. "I already told you what happened!" she snapped. "Nova, Bentley, and all his stupid friends humiliated me and threw me out just because I love Bentley. They treated me like dirt, Keon! Since when has it become a crime to love someone?""Not when the person is

Savannah strutted into the SGH building, her heels clicking against the marble floors. She wore a fitted black pencil skirt paired with a crisp white blouse, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal her Cartier bracelet. A Hermès belt cinched her waist, and her dark shades added a touch to her dress sense. Her hair was styled in a sleek, high ponytail, emphasizing her sharp features and professional demeanor. Her assistant, Lina, a fierce and no-nonsense woman, followed closely behind.Normally, whenever Savannah entered the building, she brought attention to herself. She would announce her presence or send someone on an immediate errand. There was just something that she would do to bring people's attention to herself. But today wasn't the day. For the first time in a very long while, she was unusually quiet. The people stared wondering why, and even though they knew nothing, they knew it wasn't ordinary for her to behave that way.As they entered the bustling lobby, a young inter

The interior of Lux Wear by Austin was a marvel of luxury and sophistication. High ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers and many other beautiful things in the place. There were mannequins dressed in the latest high-fashion ensembles.Shoppers moved through the store with a sense of purpose, their eyes alight with the thrill of finding the perfect piece to add to their wardrobes. Business at Lux Wear was always booming, an evidence to Austin's keen eye for fashion and his impeccable taste. His reputation in the fashion world was exceptional; he was known not only for his designs but also for his ability to make each client feel like royalty. His clientele consisted of the city's elite—celebrities, socialites, and high-powered executives—all of whom valued his discerning eye and personalized service.Austin himself was a study in contrasts. While he was carefree and humorous around his best friend Bentley, at work he exuded a professional seriousness that commanded respect. Yet, e

Nova moved swiftly down the stairs, her excitement palpable as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare coffee for Bentley. Maybe she could say that today was the happiest day of her life. Or maybe it was one of those days. She was going to prepare his coffee by herself because she had learnt exactly to his taste and today, she felt confident in her skills. As the elevator bell dinged, she hummed lightly as she walked towards the break room.Nova busied herself with the coffee machine, meticulously measuring out the grounds and water. She hummed a little tune as she worked, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Just as she was about to start the machine, Claire walked in, her face bright with a cheerful expression.She rested her elbows on the counter as she greeted Nova. “Good morning, Nova!” Claire greeted, her eyes twinkling as she took in the scene before her.Nova looked up and returned the smile. “Good morning, Claire! How was your night?”"Perfect. I reconciled with m

Austin returned home late that night, exhaustion heavy on his shoulders. As he stepped through the front door, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with weariness.As he unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, he noticed some blank papers lying on the center table in the living room. Odd, he thought, but dismissed it for the moment. His parched throat demanded immediate attention. Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of chilled water and drank from it. The cold liquid soothed his dry throat as he took long gulps, the tension in his body easing slightly with each swallow."That's more like it. I feel so much better." he said as he placed the empty bottle on the counter.Austin turned to head towards his bedroom. However, his attention was drawn back to the center table and the papers lying there. He paused, frowning. No one should have been in his house. His sex partner was away on vacation in Dubai and wouldn't be back until the following week