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.

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

to when I first found them. "I didn't feel like chasing after Mark today," I retorted, my tone laced

furrowed in frustration and he took a deep breath, "What's with Mark's assistant calling around looking for you

my brows raised,

and also wondering why I was suddenly being rude. But I didn't care what

we spoke, your line hasn't been going through. Why is

when he had called and we spoke. He usually just

pretended to look shocked then I fished out my phone from my bag;

mum appeared by his side, glaring at me. Since I reunited with my parents,

"Oh really?"

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dad stopped her. "Don't sweat it, Clarissa. We don't have time for that besides," his eyes swept the

He faced me and repeated his

we were all looking towards the car, I