Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

The only light in the room were the brightness of our phone's screens and that of the TV. The TV had been muted while Grace and I idly worked on our phones.

"Woah," Grace put her phone before my face, "Sydney, look at this."

My gaze settled on the dress on the screen. It was almost like one of the ones Grace had designed. I frowned, "it looks a lot like the dress you designed."

Grace laughed lightly, "It is the one I designed," she scrolled to the previous slide, "This is the original one. She's one of our clients, she got it from us so she replicated it and tagged us." My mouth formed an 'O' as I nodded.

"Yeah." She reclined back on the couch where she had been laying. "She really tried, right?"

"Yeah, but I could still tell that it wasn't your work. It was just your design."

"Hmm," she hummed, "I think she did well. Perhaps, we should recruit her."

"Oh please."

outburst then she

frowned and paused the shorts I was watching on YouTube again. "What now? Mark replicated the jewelry we sold him or

the video back but the sound of someone speaking drowned the sound of the

frown, "Why did you increase

to

toned since I last saw him. His cheekbones were more prominent, his hair was slicked back neatly but as usual, there were still some errant strands in his face. Even through his suit jacket, his bulging biceps were prominent as he sat in the seat with the confidence

first it was about GT Group which he confidently boasted about the rising value of its stock. Then the host threw random questions at him. His responses were articulate and insightful as he bewitched the audience with

impressed brow and raised my hand to give him a thumbs up. "Impressive,"

to you." I heard Grace murmured but I paid

not agreeing to buy the shares when I suggested it. I could already see the dividend from the shares being a whole new source of income for me. Then I

shoulder and held my arm. She jutted her lower lip out, "Why don't you be my sugar mommy? Please, be my sugar mommy, I

gently pushed Grace away, "Get off me, you gold digger. My savings wouldn't live to see the day with your splurging." Amidst

Grace gasped and sat up. "I have the perfect idea. I should marry him too and then file fir a