Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0103

MARKS POV

"Here is Miss Bella's tracking report," I heard my assistant say.

I murmured a response to him, then after a few seconds, Hooked up from the files that detailed everything that was to be known about GT Group's latest investors only to catch the back of my personal assistant as he rushed out the door.

I stopped, wondering why he was in such a hurry. My eyes back fell on the report I had tasked him to that he came in to drop. Even though I wanted to personally read through every detail of the report, I was too busy so I was going to ask him to summarize the report since he compiled it after the private investigator he hired carried it out but now he was gone..

I reached for my my phone, and was about to place a call through to him but I stopped. My gaze traveled to the report lying on one side of my desk, on top of the stacks of files I still had to go through.

Going through the report shouldn't take up to, at most, thirty minutes. So instead of calling my assistant and having him leave his work just to come give me a summary when I could just glance through it, I dropped my phone. and reached for the damned report.

I first flipped through the whole thing and I raised my brows. It was quite bulky.

Then I reclined in my seat and started to glance through it. My eyes had been skimming through the words and I was already yawning until...

after the whole. introduction and how she was

that...

"Bella, the woman this research is based on, eloped with a man named Isaac on

second. The date of the elopement mentioned in

was our wedding

actual fuckt

brows furrowed even deeper and my insides boiled with raw anger as! continued to

loves with. And then, she got pregnant with his child and gave birth to a stillborn child

and the birth of her child was attached to the report. My shook knew no bounds as i looked through the reports and continued to

this while I felt as if my heart was continuously being poked with a thousand needles, each stab emanating a

were there. They were subtle

had been more observant, if only 1 didn't let myself get blinded by love, I would have seen

feelings for her were dead, it still hurt. It hurt that she had loved another and even carried his child

there turned my heart break into rage and

pictures of them