Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

MARK'S POV

I groaned as I turned in bed. My head throbbed dully and I held it as I slowly rose from the bed. I looked at my surroundings and wondered why I was at home. I should be at work.

I dropped my head in my hands and tried to remember. It didn't even take a second before the memories rushed back.

My assistant had been able to locate where Sydney was and I had left every work I was doing to speak some sense into her. I remember that I had ordered her to follow me then... I frowned. Everything had gone black.

"That witch! How dare she hit me?" I gritted as I got off the bed. I glimpsed some medication on the drawers as I staggered out of my room.

What was wrong with her? Why was she taking this far? I thought.

The sound of wood banging against walls reverberated through the house as I threw every door open.

"Where the heck is she?!"

The staff of my household just stood there speechless. Some of them flinched each time the door banged.

I had asked where she was about a dozen times and they had all answered me a dozen times that they didn't know where she was. They repeated what they told me that morning. The last time they saw her was with a suitcase when she waltzed out of my house. I remember that day too. I had been slightly surprised. I wondered what gave her the guts and had thought she was going to get over whatever was happening with her and come whimpering back.

My stomach growled as I continued to slam the doors closed. I even checked the garage. It honestly felt like I was running mad. My growling stomach coupled with my throbbing head and my frustration grew. I stormed back to my room and took a calming shower that did nothing to calm me but only washed off the dirts on my skin.

When I finished getting dressed, I used a painkiller from the medicines on my drawers to stop my head from aching.

I picked up my car keys, shrugged into my suit jacket and left the house.

As I drove to work, my grip on the steering wheel was strong and I pressed hard down on the pedal. I was past the speed limit but it was the only thing I could do not to drive back to that house she was in and strangle her.

wanted my attention. Now she

I bellowed to my assistant the moment my assistant closed the door behind

you to a nearby clinic before I took you home. I left the medications they prescribed on your

me to not call her Mrs Turess but Miss Turner, she said that a new lady will soon inherit

he spoke, my rage built with each word he

file dangling in his hands, "She also said she'd re-send the divorce agreement, here's it," he placed the file in front of me. "I received it

that was it. That darned word. In blind rage, I

out!" I told him sternly. If she wants me to sign the papers she had better bring it

gone crazy? Wasn't it enough that I let her stay in my house and feed? I wondered on what grounds she'd say she

not want to hear that word again, ever!

and I suspected that

in. The instant I set my eyes on her, my anger evaporated to an extent but I could still

she sashayed her hips toward me and perched on my lap, her elegant arms shooting out to wrap around my

gesture. "You've been working all

my assistant picking up the papers and shuffling them together. Then

so I could shred them like I did

my thighs, her fingers intermittently fiddling with my collar and grazing the skin at the back of my neck. I breathed in and out, I tried

I should forget about Sydney's stunts and desperation for attention and focus on the woman in my arms right

me. My heart momentarily skipped a beat

You know it's

rolled her eyes, "You should always find time for

work on that," I shifted my head closer to hers and my lips grazed hers in a brief kiss. "So what shall I gift my queen so she'd

on the corners of her lips as she struggled to keep her pout in place. Her pupils rolled up as she thought of what she wanted. "I want a jewelry,"

I raised