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."

my outburst then she abruptly

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

that as a cue to play the video back but the sound of someone speaking drowned the sound of

a frown, "Why

cut me off as she pointed to the TV. "Mark

gorgeous in the suit dress he had on, his features seemed to have gotten even finer and more toned since I last saw him. His cheekbones were more prominent, his hair was slicked back neatly but as usual,

Then the host threw random questions at him. His responses were articulate and insightful as he bewitched the audience with his

hand to give him a

you." I heard Grace murmured but I paid no heed to

was no doubt that his outstanding performance during the interview would boost GT Group's stock price to a whole new level, and my five percent shares would increase in value as well. For the first time, I was grateful to Mark for 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

jutted her lower lip out, "Why don't you be my sugar mommy? Please, be my sugar mommy, I

you gold digger. My savings wouldn't live to see the day with your splurging." Amidst her light giggles, I pointed at Mark on the TV, "His would. He would not even feel like

should marry him too and then file fir a divorce divorce, then I could also get five percent of the shares,