All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ivory’s POV“My name is Ivory Hollis. I am twenty four years old. I graduated SNU top of my class, turned down a job offer as a production manager in one of the biggest companies in my town, married a cheat, got divorced, kidnapped in the same day, got mistaken for someone else, then got married to Arlo Covelli, and now avoided by Arlo Covelli.”“Isn’t it the other way around?” Willis spoke, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Aren’t you the one avoiding him?”“Willis, none of this is funny. Look at my profile, there’s nothing interesting about it.”“I beg to differ, you got divorced and remarried a few days later. That’s interesting to me.”“Stop, Willis. I’m serious. I’m slowly losing my mind. I can’t just sleep, eat, wake up on repeat like a baby. I need a job. Please talk to him.““Huh,” Willis sighed softly, finally raising his gaze to meet mine. “If I dare say this to Arlo Covelli,— that his wife demands a job outside being his wife— I don’t think I’ll live to tell you the feedb

Ivory’s POVThe words came out. They were too good to be true.“I’m free to go?” I repeated, eyes widened in surprise and excitement.Willis nodded, his expression was hardened yet his eyes held the sincerity of his words.“Can I really go?” I asked again, just to be sure.“Yes, you’re free to go.” Willis confirmed. With that, he slid a few documents across the breakfast table toward me. I picked them up, brows furrowed with concern.“What’s this?”“Your marriage annulment. The Sovrano doesn’t want anything holding you back.”Sovrano. “He sent you to annul our marriage? That’s how much I’m worth to him? Nothing.”Willis let out a deep breath, and handed me a pen, “Sign the papers, ma’am” he said gruffly.“Okay that’s it!” I snapped, tossing the pen across the table. “You’ve been rude to me all morning. What did I do to you, Willis? I thought we were friends.”“We aren’t friends, ma’am. You’re my boss’s ex-wife.”“Ex-wife? Ex-wife?” I repeated, frustration building on my insides. “Ho

Arlo's POVStaggering through the hallway, Willis's grip on my arm too strong to shake off, we reached the room formerly occupied by Ivory and plonked onto the bed.I traced my fingers over the cold, empty bed, a the hollow ache stabbing my chest deeper than usual. "I want to see her." I mumbled. "Get some rest, Arlo. You can't go to her like this. What if you make a mistake." Willis pleaded, his expression altered by concern. I nodded, he was right. As always, he was the voice of reason. I pulled the sheets over my shoulders, turning my back to him. As he walked out of the room, putting off the light. My phone screen lit up and I reluctantly reached for it. The text message that greeted me was one I didn't quite expect. It was one I thought impossible. "You looked so good today, I want my man back." I knew, even without seeing the name, which had sent it.As if that wasn't enough, my phone buzzed with Fletcher's call. As I answered it, my assumption was confirmed."Ivory Hol

Ivory’s POV My blood ran cold. Anger surged within. Wait, it was frustration. Frustration that what she said was the truth, it sounded so bitter I nearly gagged. I glanced at Arlo and he was lost in her eyes. I could clearly see the difference between Lori and I. She was assertive. She was bold. I, on the other hand, was as soft as a morsel of dough. I swallowed hard, the scene before me twisting my stomach. I was standing right next to him, yet we felt so far apart. His eyes were lost on Lori, his expression an open declaration of the excitement he was desperately trying to hide. I looked away, unable to watch. “If you’ll excuse me,” I said, breaking the formidable silence in the air, “I need some rest.” “Arlo, you surprise me.” Lori’s voice held me back, “Where did you find my knock-off?” She sneered, her voice laced with mockery as she turned toward me. “I thought she was you…” Arlo explained, his cold tone gradually shifting to a softer tone. One h

Ivory’s PovI grabbed the stranger's hand, and he followed me. "Careful," he said, "Don't trip." Something about that sounded funny and I let out a soft laughter. I didn't realize how drunk I was— too drunk to walk without staggering. "Okay, let's stop and think for a moment." Alec said"What's there to think about?" I asked, "Don't you wanna make a baby?""Oh, I want to.” He replied with a smirk, “I just don't think we can make it to bed if you trip and fall." "I can walk just fine, look." Letting go of his hand, I took a few unsteady steps, trying to prove him wrong. But before I could get far, I lost balance, falling backward— straight into Alec’s arms.He laughed. "I can't help it, are you always this cute?""I'm embarrassing," I replied, the weight of my reality crashing back into my mind."I'm weak, and shy, and vulnerable, and embarrassing..." Before I could finish, I felt a hand on my arm, tight and firm, yanking me away from Alec. I snapped my gaze up to find Arlo sta