Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SYDNEY'S POV

Grace asked the moment I dropped the phone with brows creased her eyes alight with curiosity. "Did I just hear you say Sandra?" The name dripped from her lips with so much contempt, "Why was that name uttered in your conversation with Mark? Make it make sense."

I placed my phone on the desk. "What you pieced together is what it is."

"Come on, Sydney, lay it out to me. It doesn't make sense."

"See? And yet you say he's your idol." I mocked and her eyes narrowed as she shot me a teasing warning glare. "Your idol is with your old rival, Sandra now. The claw lady whom Steven held up so she could claw your face."

Grace groaned, "Oh please, don't even remind me of that."

I laughed lightly." Anyway. They're currently together so it's not your turn to be with your idol. You would have to wait for them to break up." Even though I sound like I didn't give a damn, which I don't, I still can't help but wonder why it had to be Sandra. Of all the women he could have chosen from. It had to be that bitch, Sandra! Mark really never ceases to amaze me.

"Gosh,I hate that lady."

"Ditto, "I interrupted her.

Sandra because when I do, my head suddenly rings a warning bell

of

groan, "It's that bad. I would never touch any man she's been

know when you guys break up." A corner of Lucas' lips lifted when he overheard what Grace said as he came forward

and answered me in

burst your bubbles but you'll be waiting a long long time because Lucas and I are together for life...forever, you wicked woman! Now, get

Lucas' chest as he chuckled. There was a hint of a smile on Grace's face even as she made a disappointed face, "Ah, dammit. I thought I had a chance. Seeing you two so happy really makes me jealous and almost want a man of my own." Then she sighed theatrically, her gaze sliding down to the blank screen of her iPad. "Well, this lonely soul needs to drown her sorrows in work now." "Shoo shoo," I waved her off with a dismissive flick of my wrist and gestured toward the door. "Out the door,

on her feet, she said, "Hey,

"Grace, how's it going?"

the door. "Now I don't need to ask how

Lucas winced,

way out the door and it was