Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0016

As I pulled up to dad's mansion, I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable confrontation. I knew he wouldn't be pleased with me showing up without Mark; he always wants me to scurry after Mark like some lost puppy. For a while, I'd admit, I had actually scurried after him. I had practically changed my life to satisfy them. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

I made the short walk to the mansion's courtyard; the courtyard faced the well kept garden. I had admired the garden when I first came. It was where I preferred to spend my time whenever the were fawning over Bella. The garden looked even more beautiful and we'll tend to. I was sure mum must have as she instructed the household gardeners on how to trim it right.

gone

bunkers

The area was already bustling with activities. The servants were already up and down attending to the guests - young and old - that were seated around tables, each person clad in luxurious outfits and jewelry. Some young girls stood by the colorful shrubs, wine glasses in their delicate grip. They picked at the flowers as they chatted, lightly covering their mouths as they laughed.

I spotted dad chatting with some of the guests, his patronizing smile on display. The moment his eyes landed on me, his smile faltered. He said something to his guests and walked over to me. I could feel his disapproval in his gaze, his strides... it was wafting off him in multifolds.

I met him halfway but he passed by me, gritting out, "Follow me."

I rolled my eyes and did as he asked. He walked ahead a bit more and stopped a good feet away from any of his guest's earshot.

obvious question at me. "Why did you come alone?" His

his gaze with defiance, refusing to let his cold tone pull me down like it used to when I first found them. "I didn't feel like chasing after Mark today," I retorted, my tone laced with indifference.

regarded me for a while, clearly surprised at my response. His brow furrowed in frustration and he took a deep breath, "What's with Mark's assistant calling around

not bothering to offer an explanation. "I don't know," I replied flippantly, my brows raised, "Why

rude. But I didn't

time we spoke, your line hasn't been

called and we spoke.

I fished out my phone from my bag; with my brows pulled down,

at me. Since I reunited with my parents, I didn't

"Oh really?"

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dad stopped her. "Don't sweat it, Clarissa. We don't

Mark?" He faced me and repeated his question

pulled over drifted to us. Even though we were all looking towards the car,