All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The air was as thick with anticipation as the conference hall was thick with people. The event was about to begin. The mayors of the city were seated at the front desks to represent the public, but most importantly to uplift their public profile and sell themselves to the people as being humane and pitiful. You know there’s nothing the public loves as unconventional events. A sea of reporters crowded the room, cameras flashing like rapid gunfire, all trained on the stage where the government was preparing to deliver an unprecedented apology. Standing at the far left of the podium, Lori Spencer, a thoroughly disguised Lori Spencer. You bet she had all her natural fetal tires altered to look as far different from Ivory as possible. She had in fact taken a new name. Standing at the podium, she had been arrested as Lora Spencer. But who knew she’d be arrested over something as simple as shoplifting and be uncovered for all other crimes including framing the innocent Ivory Hollis? T

Ivory had just arrived at Grenville airport. She had left Greenville as a captive of a certain heartless man— a man whose name she would never speak of, and a divorced wife of a disgusting husband. Today, she was returning as a mother, a freedwoman, a survivor, and a hundred million dollars rich.Marvin wrapped his hands around her little finger, clinging to her side as they made their way through the bustle of the town. Ivory had forgotten just how different Greenville was to Ovieto until she stepped out of the terminal and was hit by the decibels of noise made by people and moving vehicles. “Don’t let go of my hand, baby,” she said, glancing at the address that Willis had given her. She was regretful for how she snapped at Willis, he had been a great help to her for the last five years. Seeing Arlo had not only ruined her mood, her mind, and her heart, it made her completely disoriented. “Look, Mommy, look!” Marvin exclaimed, pointing at a boy in a scooter who was driving past

My heart clenched in my chest. And not in the good way. I was told my dad died as a child. So I never asked my mother about him. But Marvin grew up with Willis. He grew up knowing his mom was away. He grew up knowing Willis, and I would assume that he had automatically figured the kind and warm Willis as his father. “I want to talk to daddy. I miss him,” Marvin pleaded, his eyes brimming with tears. I didn’t consider how much of a twist this would bring in our lives when we moved from Ovieto. I hadn’t considered my son’s feelings until now. The sudden change after five years of being in Ovieto with Willis wasn’t something I should have missed. My heart clench’s in my chest. “Am I a bad mother?”I picked up my phone, my hands hovering over Willis’s number. I wanted to call him. But that would only lead my son to believe that Willis was really his father. Was that right? Was that the right thing to do? But if I didn’t call Willis, I would have to live with the lump forming in my

Arlo’s gaze fell. I saw his countenance change as I spoke. “I will never forgive you, Arlo. Never!”With that, I turned and walked away, my son’s fingers tightly wrapped around my hand.As I walked past him, it took all the courage in me not to look back. I wanted to look back. I desperately wanted to look back and see if he was crying. I wanted to see if he was broken by my words. I wanted to know if he was hurt. And hell, I hoped he was. I hoped Arlo Covelli was hurt and broken as much as he hurt and broke me. But then again, I could never hurt him the way he’d hurt me. It’s not like I could send him to prison.A thought crossed my mind, dark and tempting. “I could send him to prison.” Just like he did me. “If I come back and he is still outside my front porch, I would definitely call the cops on him.”A cab stopped in front of me and I handed him the address of my office. About a week ago, when I had just heard the news that Lori Spencer (now my sister) had been arrested

Chapter 60It’s been a week or so, I lost count on the second day. Every time I stepped out of my house and found the front porch empty, my heart would clench while his words echoed in my mind like a broken record. With the way he said it, I thought he really meant it but he was just bluffing?The morning sun casted its soft glow in my room, coaxing me to start another day. I rolled out of bed, stretching my stiff limbs. After what felt like forever, I had finally gotten a hang of my morning routine.I slept early and woke up early to prepare breakfast and a lunch box for Marvin. Our little arrangement had smoothened out in the past week— Marvin hadn’t complained about hunger once, nor had he asked about his dad since that awkward encounter at the restaurant. That, of course, worried me more than anything. As much as I dreaded talking about his father, I’d very much prefer a difficult conversation to watch hung my five year old bottle up his emotions. He was still too young to be