Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SYDNEY'S POV

I couldn't stop the laugh that burst out of me as I took in the fourth special order for the day.

Usually, Atelier receives a bunch of orders on a daily basis, and our employees take care of these orders. But if the jewelry order were to be custom made, the orders came directly to me.

Right there on my screen was an order for two pieces of jewelry from Mark's assistant. It had been included in the preference space for it to 'stand out' from any of our jewelries, then he ended it with 'just name your price'.

Typical. Only Mark would be so egotistic to make a request sound insulting. It was Mark's assistant that placed the order, but I was sure the order was on behalf of Mark. There was no way his assistant would be able to afford Atelier's custom-made designs for himself.

I swiveled in my chair, whistling, "Time to make some extra millions."

I turned back to my laptop's screen and reread the last phrase. My grin widened, "Oh. I am so going to name my price."

Briefly, I wondered who he'd be gifting and only Bella came to mind. "Awww," I cooed, wiping the fake tears trying to escape my eyes. He wants to gift her two custom-made jewelries at once? So sweet.

There was no better way for my day to go than an order from Mark. I was ready to make a fortune from him. After all, I didn't ask for alimony.

As I thought of how much I should charge Mark, swiveling in the chair, I couldn't help but notice the clean, expensive paint on the walls, the latest inbuilt television, the plush chairs...

I stopped swirling on the chair and looked around. Everything looked so well kept. My heart warmed with gratitude, even in my long absence, Grace didn't fail to keep this place running. She efficiently handled the two businesses all by herself when she could have easily abandoned Atelier and fully focused on the fashion sector that she handles so well.

Then I remembered her upcoming birthday and thought it would be the perfect time to also gift her a piece of specially made jewelry for her hard work and support apart from her birthday gift.

Now having three specially made jewelries added to the pending orders I had, I decided to get to work.

First, I made a sketch for the first four pieces of jewelry which was one of our client's daughters' graduation gift, Mark's and Grace's. The latter's Jewelry stood out. Then I designed a 3D jewelry model for all of them. I took extra care and time in picking out the color and gemstones for Grace. I needed it to be perfect.

Hours later, I was done with the designs for the four pieces. For a brief second, I reclined in my chair, my lips curved in a smile as I appreciated my handiwork.

I got out of my head, printed out what I designed and strode to the workshop. I got greetings from the workers there and I returned their greetings with a smile.

appropriate

helmet off my face and turned off the machine.

a small bottle of water and guzzled almost half of it. It was already dark outside and I already said my goodbyes to our employees hours ago. It was always like that. I always get carried

Grace, squinted my eyes as I admired what I had designed. I smiled,

as I inspected the rest too. I stacked them safely in a jewelry box before

turned off the lights in the control room then headed for the door

out a short scream, my feet came to an abrupt stop and my bag landed on the floor with a thud from my hands as the door abruptly burst open and a

my legs almost gave as I breathed out

was grinning widely, the excitement wafting off her in

my hands and

I locked the door. "And guess what? He's Italian." She

the door, "I came back specifically

she saw a handsome Italian guy? But I pulled her closer and gave a kiss on

"Come on."

about what to wear. I brought your outfits so we won't have to waste time going back home," she explained as we headed to her

the skirt she brought to the air. I didn't think I had

look good on

Then she faced the

of the backseat and put on the simple cute tank top she brought with it. I sprayed

bar, I put on the black heels

with so much energy, the neon lights slightly concealing the carefree occupants

music as we

she pouted, "I can't

had to shout so she could hear me over the loud

nodded but she still

and winked at her, "let's dance the night away." Instantly, her face lit up and

go while I held mine above my head as I swayed to the music,

Soon, the DJ

shook my head in the air, my hair whipping around my face. I could hear Grace's giggles as