All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 We all know what the reunion of two new lovers look like. Excitement, lots of eye contacts, lots of hug, lots of kisses, lots of foreplay… that would eventually lead to the main course meal. Well, that was far from Ivory and Arlo. Arlo watched from the car as Ivory approached, yes, Lori had done a good job acing her replica but there was something she just didn’t have— Ivory’s demeanor. Her sparkly eyes, her innocence, her smile. Arlo’s heart did a flip as she drew nearer, his lips hungry to taste her again. But he would hold back. He was upset with her. So upset with her that he would deny her orgasms for the next couple of days. “Hey,” Ivory’s voice brought him back to the present, “I got your messages.” “My messages?” Arlo repeated, cocking his brows. Ivory beamed, a little too widely you might add, showing the screen to him. Arlo couldn’t believe it— not that it was impossible for him to text her— but, he had no memory of texting her. “I’m sorry

The metallic click of the handcuffs felt heavier than she had ever imagined— though she had never imagined it at all.She was always a bright student, morally upright, never broke a rule in her life. Well, unless the natural order of marriage counts— which brought her to where she was.Ivory's wrist throbbed as the officer yanked her out of the police van to the precinct. She caught the golden band in her finger, her mind reeling with a mix of disbelief, confusion and regret. Had she rejected this ring in the first place, would she be paying for crimes she didn't commit?The words still echoed in her ears: "You're under arrest for fraud, forgery and attempted murder."Her heart sank, clenching harder than the first time she heard those words. She could barely comprehend how Lori's crimes had been pinned on her. They were a doppelganger, but there were some differences between them... Like their hair. But in the picture on screen, there was no difference between them. Lori had her fu

Chapter 45For a moment, Ivory forgot to breathe. She forgot to blink, she forgot to move. She stood, stunned, shocked. Her eyes brimming with tears enough to form a river. With each passing second, Arlo's voice replayed like a broken record. The TV had long been paused but she was still standing, looking at-- the news crested in her memory."So..." Detective Good's voice echoed, pulling her back to reality. "What were you saying about Arlo Covelli?" Ivory opened her mouth but the words didn't form- they couldn't."We would add theft to your charges but... The Sovrano hasn't reported the case formally.""If you hit these metal bars one more time pleading false innocence, I will make sure you do not get to Cadet Prison alive." Detective Good turned and walked away, the sound of his receding footsteps fell on Ivory's ears weighing on her heart. The man was almost gone. He was almost out of sight when Ivory managed to gather her voice."Arlo!" She muttered. The detective stopped,

The black van, —you know the one that looks like a bullion van but for prisoners— came to a halt. The police officers hopped out, heavy on duty, loaded with gun. Ivory was still trying to accept her reality. She was still trying to accept that she had gone from being Ivory to being called ‘the suspect’.She was yet to accept the fact that Arlo had really said those words and sentenced her to death. This, to her, was death.She was slowly dying. Every passing moment was bringing her one step closer to her death.“Pick up the pace!” The officer’s voice bolted her out of her thoughts.She snapped up her gaze and came in contact with a familiar face. Ivory paused. Her heart leaped. I was wrong, she thought. He’d never betray me.Ivory’s adrenaline surged, picking up the pace as the officer had demanded. The cuffs in her hands and legs did not stop her. She was too happy to care. She stopped before Willis. Her eyes sparkling with both hope and relief. “What took you guys so long?!”

Five Years LaterIvory’s POVWhat is the difference between times past and time’s past?I personally do not know. I do not know. But I do know that it’s been five years. Five long years since I last saw life the gates of Cadet Prison.Since that incident—The incident that changed my life, the one that brought me in here but most importantly, the one that gave me my son.Standing outside the gates of Cadet Prison after all these years, the air tugging on my skin felt different, felt new. There really was something called a breath of freedom. You will never know what it means until you’re trapped, enslaved, or imprisoned.If you’re wondering what’s going on, if you’re curious to know why I’m standing out here and talking about freedom after only five years when I was supposed to do ten, then here’s a summary in three lines:A thief was caught in Gusan CountyIt turned out to be Lori Spencer.I am free! Mondays are now my favorite day of the week. It was on a Monday, that the u