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.

stopped and faced me, he went straight to the point, throwing his obvious question at me. "Why did you come alone?" His voice was stern

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

in frustration and he took a deep breath, "What's with Mark's assistant calling

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

eyes narrowed, obviously mad at my demeanor and also wondering why I was suddenly being rude. But I didn't care what he thought. I was tired of constantly trying to please everyone, especially when it came

spoke, your line

we spoke. He usually just called, barked orders and then hung

my phone from my bag; with my brows

reunited with my parents, I didn't think mum had ever smiled at me. Oh, she did. On my wedding day.

"Oh really?"

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she took a step forward but dad stopped her. "Don't sweat it, Clarissa. We don't have time for that besides," his eyes

me and repeated

drifted to us. Even though we were all