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The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet One Year Later
One Year LaterThe sun broke through the clouds in Oviedo like a soft blessing, gilding the café terraces and cobbled sidewalks in gold. Outside the newest branch of Maison Ivoire, soft jazz played over the speakers, and pastel streamers fluttered gently from the courtyard pergola. It was a warm afternoon, and everything—everything—felt full of light.Inside, Ivory stood near the corner display, adjusting a mannequin’s collar though it had been fixed ten times already. Her second-trimester belly peeked slightly through the folds of her soft silk dress, her hair loose around her shoulders, cheeks flushed from greeting too many people with too many hugs.“You’re glowing,” Liv said, placing a glass of ginger lemonade into her hand. “You realize this is your day, right? You’re allowed to sit down and gloat a little.”Ivory laughed, pressing her free hand to her belly. “I’ll sit when I stop shaking.”Liv gave her a look. “You opened your second flagship. You’re married to a man who practic
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet A new beginning
The clinking of glasses faded into the shadows of candlelight. Wine bottles stood half-empty like relics from a war fought and survived. The evening had shed its nerves, and in its place was something warmer—quiet acceptance.Liv curled into the nook of Willis’s side, her fingers lazily tracing the hem of his shirt. Ivory had tucked her feet beneath her on the chair, half-laughing now at something Arlo had said. There was something easy in the air, like an old familiar song returning on a soft breeze.“Okay,” Liv said, voice mellow, “can we agree this whole thing feels like an episode of a K-drama?”“I’d be offended if it didn’t,” Arlo replied, stretching with a groan. “At least the budget would’ve been solid. All this tension? All this face?”Willis chuckled. “You do realize you’re not the romantic lead anymore, right?”“No, but I’m definitely the favorite,” Arlo quipped.“God, he hasn’t changed a bit,” Willis muttered to Liv.“Actually,” Liv said thoughtfully, “he has. You both have
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet To the mess that brought us here
Chapter 120Behind Willis, was a tiny feminine figure, with her curls tied in a messy bun. Her round eyes took in the overwhelmingly large house. “Are we late?” She whispered, stepping beside him.Arlo and Ivory exchanged glances. Then as if they suddenly remembered they were other guests, they invited them in with a smile— awkward and nervous, however genuine. “Thank you for coming,” Arlo whispered in his ear. “I thought Marvin would miss me.” “He did. But unfortunately, he’s asleep somewhere under that table.”Willis chuckled softly. “I’ll stay until he is awake then.” He replied.One by one the guests were gone until the house was quiet again. Balloons sagged against the chandelier, ribbons curled on the floor like lazy dancers. The only sound now was Claudio Constantini’s strings playing in the corner of the house away from the humming silence in the dining room.Ivory sat barefoot at the head of the table, wine glass between her hands. The warmth of the evening lingered in h
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet A Month after.
A Month after. Ivory woke to a house that didn’t feel like it was holding its breath.Sunlight streamed through pale linen curtains, warm and welcoming. Somewhere in the distance, birds were arguing with squirrels, and someone—probably the butler—was humming off-key to himself. The air carried no tension, no sense of urgency. Just… ease.She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and padded barefoot down the hall. Her robe hung loose around her as she moved, hair still mussed from sleep. She expected to find Arlo and Marvin at the breakfast table—maybe scrambled eggs and too much juice, maybe a quiet morning with a crossword puzzle half-solved and a warm cup of coffee waiting.What she didn’t expect—Was noise. Laughter. The low hum of conversations and music. Voices she didn’t recognize.She turned the corner—and froze.The dining room, the hallway, the entire open floor plan had been transformed. Balloons floated from every corner, soft gold and ivory tones. Flowers—fresh, wild, sun-drenched—
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Mini you
There was something strange about returning to Oviedo.Ivory felt it the moment they crossed the county line—the way the wind shifted, softer somehow, the way the sky looked flatter, more forgiving. The roads curved like they were remembering her. But nothing else did.The house was still white with olive-green shutters, still hidden behind an overgrown fence and a rusted gate Arlo never bothered to replace. But it was quieter now. No voices barking orders. No men in tailored suits leaning against blacked-out cars. No weapons tucked beneath armrests.Just birds. Just wind. Just… peace.Ivory stood on the porch longer than she meant to, Marvin’s small hand gripped in hers. The boy vibrated with curiosity, tugging toward the door like it held magic.“You used to live here?” he asked.She nodded. “Just before you were born...”Now? It was something else. Not better. Not worse. Just… changed.Inside, the air smelled different too. Less like cigar smoke and steel polish, more like laundry
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Under the cactus pot
Willis didn’t mean to go back that soon.He told himself he’d wait until Friday. Give it a few days. Let things settle. But the quiet in his apartment stretched too wide, and the idea of her—the chaos of her, the warmth—was louder than his self-control.So on Wednesday evening, just after dark, he found himself outside her door.He hadn’t even texted.The spare key was exactly where she said it would be, tucked beneath a tiny cactus in a blue ceramic pot. He hesitated only a second before using it.The apartment smelled like incense and lemon, soft and lived-in. Jazz was playing from a speaker in the kitchen—Coltrane, maybe. Something that meandered, low and longing.“Hey,” she called from down the hall, casual, like she’d known he’d show up. “You’re early.”Willis smiled to himself and slipped off his coat. “I’m always early. I just never show it.”Liv walked into his view in nothing but a robe and that lazy, dangerous smirk he was already addicted to. Her eyes dragged over him like
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