All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ivory’s POV My husband was working late again. He had been working late every day for the last six months.And some days he wouldn’t even come home. For every night I woke up alone, every business trip, and every impromptu weekend meeting, I repeated one line to myself like a mantra— “Damian loves working, and he loves me.” With that, I turned a blind eye to all his excuses, the ones that made sense and the ones that didn't. I endured them all. I never confronted him, never asked for more. It was another late night, and I thought to bring him some dinner. I shouldn’t have bothered. I should’ve stayed home, at least, I wouldn’t have to watch my husband thrust into another woman like a sex-starved wild animal. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much that he didn't notice me standing there, he didn't even care that he was fucking another woman with our wedding ring on his finger. Tears rushed to my eyes, blurring my sight. I wiped them away quickly and turned to walk away, but

Arlo’s POV For the last four years, I dedicated my time and resources combing through the surface of this earth for Lori. I was blinded by rage when I discovered Lori’s betrayal and went in search of her. I had spent so much time looking for her, that part of the rage I felt had now been replaced with something I didn’t want to feel- worry. Finally, I found her under the most upsetting circumstances.She got married? To what? A good-for-nothing dog that kept cheating on her? I should’ve blown out his brains when I had the chance but Willis, my second-in-command wouldn’t let me leave any trace of myself behind. We were now on air, going back to my home which I have missed for four years now. No one would have ever thought that I would pause my life, or my business in search of a girl. But Lori wasn’t any other girl, she was my girl, I loved her, more than anything else. And because I loved her, I was hurt by her betrayal. I was more than just hurt, I was broken. And now, she w

IVORY’s POV I could barely taste the food, but at least one of us was having a good time. The drive back home was silent, and weighing on me heavier than I expected. As the day progressed, my breathe grew even narrower. What if I got caught and I really didn't come back alive?Would anyone mourn my death? Knowing the answer to that question made this mission even harder. But I had to give it a try and I swear, I wouldn't look back when I finally gained my freedom out of this beautiful hellhole. As the sun began to set, I became more and more determined to come out successful. I stood in front of my mirror, scanning my reflection. "There's nothing you can't do, Ivory. You can do it!" On the other hand, scary man had a refined taste in clothes.I wore a deep, striking red dress that clung to my curves. The sides were bare, giving a seducing view of my boobs. It was meant to draw attention and turn heads when I arrived at the party. I took a deep breath and adjusted the silve

Ivory’s POV I needed to be sure, did my brooding captor really kiss me?Did he really lean over and take my lips? Yes, he did. I stiffened, filled with a need to break away from this madness. But my body responded differently as soon as his lips brushed against mine. Perhaps I was sex-starved, or maybe it was his possessiveness, my insides turned into a buttery jittery. For the first time, I experienced what it felt like to be smothered in firm arms yet be graced by its warmth- it felt like heaven. It felt right in all the wrong places but I threw caution to the wind when his hands moved from my waist to my neck, cupping my chintenderly. His tongue came lashing at me in a desperate search for my tongue, and as soon as they met, he let out a soft groan. And oh, the placebetween my legs exploded in excitement. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, leaning even closer into his body. That was when I felt it. A hard throbbing dick, poking my stomach. I pulled back, breath

Arlo’s POVI stormed out of the room, seething with humiliation. But more than that, I felt challenged. “She’d rather take her chances with my men? Fine. Let’s see how many of them you can handle.”I hopped into my buggy, my grip tightened around the wheel as I set out to my boy’s quarters at the far end of the mansion.By the time I reached, I was practically steaming with anger.As I jumped down, my men froze, eyes wide as they caught my enraged gaze. They knew not to mess around when I was like this. “Bully! Tennyson! Myles! Dani!” I barked.They stepped forward instantly, arms behind their backs like soldiers ready for war, heads held high, echoing a response in baritone unison, “Yes, Boss!”“Follow me,” I commanded, not bothering to look back as I strode past Willis. I knew he was watching me, reading me as always.Where I was reckless and impulsive, Willis was the voice of reason, the one who could see through my actions even before he was told. But I wasn’t in the mood for re