All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62I didn’t have anything to say to him. Next door? Forgiveness? I shook my head, trying not to let any of it get to me. Sitting by my bed, ready for bed, I couldn’t help but notice the lights of the building behind it flicker on. “Is that the one?” Unable to contain my curiosity, I went to my window and pushed the latch open. For the first time, I noticed just how close my house was to the next one. The proximity between my window and whatever window faced mine was of talking distance. If this was his building, there were two ways to get back at him. Either raise my fence or move out completely. He had to be joking.“Is this what he was doing this last week? Buying the apartment next to me?”I shook my head, the ridiculousness of this madness unable to fully register in my mind.I went back to bed. I had only slept for a minute when I heard my alarm blaring. Quick footsteps echoed in my half-awake mind, the door creaked open and the footsteps drew closer. The bedsi

Chapter 63ARLO’S POVIt’s shameless of me. After everything. I know. But Ivory is my life. Funny how I never knew what I had until it was gone. I don’t know if she will ever forgive me. But it is better that I tried than to regret not trying. So trying is what I’m doing now. I’m trying. I’m trying with all the fiber in me. I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but I’m trying. And I can only hope, that my efforts work out for good.SOME TIME AGO We had a bottle of unopened whiskey between us. The bar was quiet, with very few people as expected of a bar mid-morning. After five years of nothing. It was awkward. It was tense, yet we had decided, it was better to talk out our emotions without the influence of any substance.Willis sat staring at me, his eyes lingered on my features. I knew that look. I clenched my jaw, bracing myself for an earful. Bracing myself for the inevitable torture his words would give me. But when he spoke, his voice was calm. His eyes were sincere an

Chapter 65Ivory glanced at her reflection for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Her strawberry blonde hair was styled in loose waves, falling on her back in a soft, elegant sweep. A sleek, red dress hugged her frame, its silk fabric shimmering under the light.Despite the short length, the dress had a side slit up her thigh, revealing enough skin to get you thirsty. The neckline was modestly low, showing a hint of collarbone and a thin bracelet, the jewelry a match with the necklace she had on. Yet, despite her polished appearance, there was a trace of uncertainty in her eyes. Marvin’s excited footsteps broke the silence as he rushed toward her, his face lighting up with joy. Dressed in a pair of blue overalls, slightly worn at the knees, and a striped red and white t-shirt, the five-year-old had all his energy ready to go party. Ivory felt a lump in her chest. Was this necessary? She hated the idea of having Arlo around Marv, but more importantly, the idea of hav

Chapter 67As the door closed faintly in the distance, Arlo released a deep sigh, his chest heaving with frustration. He watched Willis leave, his words lingering in the air like smoke after fire. But most importantly, the weight of Ivory’s words pressed down on him, suffocating him.He wanted to lash out, or scream. He wanted to do anything to release the pent up emotions clawing at his insides, but instead he remained still, rooted to the spot, torn between anger and the gnawing ache of regret and heartbreak.Ivory, on the other hand, was struggling to keep her composure. Her heart still pounded in her chest. Arlo was an old wound, and the fact that he ignored the hurt he caused her added to her hurt. Her gaze flickered toward Marvin, who sat wide-eyes at the table, probably trying to wrap his head around the party. “Mommy, do I have two dads?”Ivory buried her face in her palms, massaging her forehead tiredly. “You’re right, Marvin,” Arlo intervened, his voice shaky betraying

Chapter 69Just when he thought his evening could not get any worse. Just when he thought he couldn’t be in a worse mood than this, an uninvited visitor showed up.“We’ve been waiting a while!” The intruder’s voice sounded in his ears, a strangely familiar sound that he wasn’t ready for.“What are you doing here?” Arlo thundered, his expression darkened with anger.His father stepped closer, his gaze equally dark and brooding. “I should be asking you that question,” he fired back, “What do you think you’re doing here?!”Just when Arlo thought it couldn’t get any worse, someone else joined them. Someone he hated. Arlo’s fist clenched beside him. “Is this a joke?”“Does it seem like a joke?” Crystal’s smooth voice echoed in the room, sending a ripple of rage over him.His jaw clenched as hard as his fist. “I want you two to get out of my house…” “Daddy?” Marvin’s groggy voice interrupted him, “I want to pee,” the boy said softly, half awake, half asleep.Arlo softened without a choic