Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0112

SYDNEY'S POV

The address that Mark sent me indicated that he was at Luigi's bar. My gaze fell on his cat by the side of the road as I drove to the parking lot and parked. my car

I made my way into the bar. As I looked around, searching for where Mark might have taken a seat, my eyes fell on Luigi. He was already looking at me. As our eyes met, he pointed his index finger and middle finger to his eyes and faced it in my direction. "I am watching you," he mouthed.

I rolled my eyes and pressed one of my fingers to my eyes. "I will gouge out your eyeballs," I mouthed back. Then I turned and walked to Mark's private room. Since he was not on the down floor then he was definitely in one of the

VIP rooms.

"Sydney..." Mark's eyes instantly fell on me and he slurred. "You're here, come come, take a seat," he patted on the space beside him.

I paused at the door and eyed the empty bottles on the table. I shook my head. at his form, he was gulping another cup of whiskey. How many had he taken? Anyway, figuring out how many bottles of whiskey he had taken was not my business.

I closed the door behind me and stepped further into the room. "Where's the promised hundred thousand dollars?"

He chuckled lightly, then he reached for a bag by his side and pulled out his checkbook. I watched as he unsteadily held the pen he pulled out with the checkbook and swiftly signed his name. With a smirk, he handed it to me, "Fill in any amount you like."

With a smirk on my face too, I took the checkbook and pen from him and took a seat on the seat where he had patted.

I had the opportunity to be greedy and either add a zero to the amount or change the first number to any other number of my choice but I didn't. A hundred thousand dollars was a lot. I filled in the exact amount he promised then I showed it to him so that he could see that I didn't add any extra figure.

securely tucking the checkbook in thy bag, I got down to business, asking. "So why am I here? What did you want to talk to me

he went straight to why he invited me here. "Do you know everything about Belle and some

my brows. "You've found

response, "Including that the child in Bella's womb wasn't mine. Did you

deep breath and

tell me? We were together for

my brows raised, "Why should I have told you? It wasn't my

you had told me, we would not have ended up divorced. Our

his gaze,

mouth to speak but

just a thief and I had stolen your love. You would have readily believed that any word from me was a lie, an attempt by your pathetic wife to grab your attention, right? If Bella told you anything now, wouldn't

hair. You're right, I indeed wouldn't have believed you." Then he leaned forward and his hands reached out to caress my face,

would have fallen in love with you. But I was blinded by rage, that I had been deceived into marrying you, hurt that Bella didn't trust me

my brows as he moved closer, wondering what he was up.

of it. I placed my palm on his face and pushed it back. "It is enough that you touch my face. My services do not include kissing or sex, watch

the door to the private room was pushed open. We

set on Mark as he moved to my side. He stood beside me and possessively placed

talking about?" His eyes shifted to me then back

it in his face. "Nothing much, he paid a hundred dollars just to see me," I said and flipped my

you worried I'll get

replied with a grin, "Sorry, the money was just too easy to earn so I pushed all