Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0020

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I stared at Mark in disbelief, my eyes widening incredulously as his demand echoed in the room, harshly bouncing off the walls. His determined eyes were fixated on me, his lips were set in a straight line and his arms that were folded across his chest hinted at his seriousness.

"You're saying I have to give you a million dollars as a breakup f*e?!" The words burst from my lips and my voice resounded in the room. "What the actual hell! A million dollars?" The absurdity of his request was incredulous.

"Yes, you have to give me a million dollars before I sign those papers," he answered calmly as if he was asking me to pay him a measly sum of three hundred dollars. The nonchalant demeanor with which he responded only did more to heighten my disbelief than make me come to terms with his demand.

"You can't possibly be serious," I exclaimed, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a mixture of disbelief and frustration as I got on my knees on the bed, all strung up. "You're a billionaire, and yet you're asking me for a breakup f*e?"

"That's right," He replied, his tone was firm and unwavering and his gaze was steady as he met my incredulous stare.

That's insane, Mark!" I exclaimed, my voice rising with a mixture of exasperation and my heightened. disbelief.

He shrugged. "Since you're the one who proposed the divorce, you have to pay me a breakup f'e. That's my condition. And mind you," his brows rode up his hairline, "I'm talking about US dollars. If you can't meet my condition, don't even think about bringing up divorce ever again."

could he be? "But Mark, that's absurd! You know I can't afford to give you

that huge amount of money if he didn't know that I co owned Luxe

my problem, Sydney. You wanted the divorce, now you have

a surge of frustration and anger rise within me as he kept repeating the amount he wanted me to pay to him. "You're being completely unreasonable, Mark. This is

it is fair that you're divorcing me without prior notice or reasonable excuse,"

eons before I file for a divorce," I retorted,

again, his expression indifferent. "You don't just wake up one morning, leave the house, and send me divorce papers he reiterated, his tone lacking any form of remorse

before 1-left!" I exclaimed, frustration bubbling up inside me. Oh God. This man was driving me nuts

into a sardonic smile, a flash of amusement dancing

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Chapter 0020

exercising your newfound courage or something," he remarked, his

is utter extortion, Mark!" I exclaimed,

minor inconvenience. "Call it what you want," he retorted, his tone dismissive. "But those are my terms. Take it or leave

my mind raced with