Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0023

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The hallway was bathed in silence, the only sound was the faint echo of our breaths as I waited to see. what Mark would do. I rolled my eyes, not surprised when he untangled himself from me. "She needs me," his said as he took a tentative step toward her. "Bella,

A stifled yawn threatened to escape my lips as I moved away from him, fed up of the utter boredom of the situation. So pathetic and blind. I watched as Bella sigh heavily and rested her head on his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, drawing her close, as if to shield her from me.

I casually swung my bag over my shoulder, the act added a confident swagger to my steps as I walked past her down the stairs. I could feel each of their eyes trailing me as I descended the stairs. Suddenly, as I reached halfway down the stairs, an idea lit up in my mind and my steps halted.

I stopped walking and with a sweet smile in place, I turned to Mark. "Oh Mark darling, I forgot to tell you." His brows drew down as he listened. "Remember the man from the bar? You know, the handsome hunk that interfered that night? The one who said he owned the bar. He's Italian. I know this because he gave me his card."

of his fists and tightness in his jaw widened my smile and edged me on. "So in case you come home late tonight and I get bored of waiting. I'll go to the bar by myself. You will find me there." I shrugged, "That's

he was before me, trapping me against the stairs' handrail. He grabbed my arm and his vice-like grip bit into the skin there. His voice thundered through the stairway, filled with rage at my insinuation, "You dare to even think about cheating on me, and I'll make sure you regret it, Sydney," he growled, his eyes blazing with... Is that jealousy

not?" I smirked, my amused gaze met his raging one with defiance, "The Italian guy

the transparent material of his shirt as his grip on my arm tightened, his knuckles whitening with the force of his anger. "Sydney..." his

she was trying to decipher if she was in a dream. Even I, amidst the tension filled air, couldn't help but feel quite

my arm, his grip firm as we descended the stairs together. He was so enraged that he seemed to

to push him to such extremes and make

the itch to turn

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