Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

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Perhaps I was inadvertently making progress and regaining his trust, bit by bit. He seemed to be trying to prove some sadistic point by allowing me freedom to leave. He was loudly stating that whether I chose to stay or go, it didn't truly matter because he had an entire stable of disposable women to replace me with at his beck and call.

It was such a contradictory and ludicrous game he played. If he was truly trying to claim he didn't care if I left for good, then why did he make me tear up my own passport before our journey? Perhaps he was certain that no matter where I ran, I had nowhere permanent to go and could only inevitably return to the mansion, utterly dependent on him. I guess that knowledge alone satisfied the sick bastard's ego.

Ha! What a deranged mind game was this? Some twisted way to train obedient pets? Or perhaps it was merely his idea of fun - learning just how to instill discipline and loyalty in his mindless human playthings. Or maybe in his demented perspective, we were all simply pests to be toyed with until he grew bored.

But I did later leave the grounds of the gaudy mansion for my own reasons. I simply walked straight out the gates and eventually found an old bicycle to borrow. Utilizing my uncannily accurate memory. wasn't difficult at all for me to navigate through the surrounding forest and locate Lucas' grave in a remote clearing.

I parked the bicycle a respectful few feet from his grave and started to clear away the weeds and overgrowth from the makeshift mound of earth marking his final resting place. I worked steadily, feeling an odd sense of calm.

to be out here alone. In fact, I found myself almost reflexively chatting with Lucas about the most random, inconsequential things, just like when we were little children and he

were now overflowing behind my eyes and threatening to spill over into tears. But I watched what I said carefully, mostly just recounting our times together and relaying stupid jokes or anecdotes that I knew would have made Lucas laugh uproariously I hoped he was laughing wherever his spirit now resided. Because I had no doubt that Dylan almost certainly had someone tracking me without my knowledge during this unsupervised o 9. Or maybe there was already some kind of

to narrate how our first meeting had unfolded again. "I was stuffing my face with all the nice food in your

me."

first told the story

my hands, feigning embarrassment. "Goodness, I hate to imagine what a

he would give me that long, thoughtful look of his that always made butterflies go wild in my belly and my face flush red. Then he'd smile that beautiful, crinkly-eyed smile and say in

slowly passed as I sat there, reliving our happiest

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