Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0201

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Once the wreath was completed, I smiled sadly at my handiwork, running my fingers over the bright petals. "I'm sure he would have loved this one too," I whispered. He used to treasure every little silly craft I made him, no matter how ugly or lopsided I thought it looked.

I sighed heavily and just sat there for several long seconds, the fragile wreath resting in my hands as I stared silently at the patch of disturbed earth that was his final resting place. Then, so quiet I could barely hear my own voice, I murmured, "Lucas, I will definitely avenge your death. I swear it."

With those words lingering in the still air, I placed the flower wreath on his makeshift tomb, gently pressing it into the sand so that it would remain in place, a bright spot of color adorning his grave.

After taking one last long look to commit this moment to memory, I retrieved the bicycle and slowly pedaled my way back in the direction of the mansion and its occupants. An odd sense of melancholy hung over me, but also a reinvigorated sense of purpose.

seemed utterly stunned to see that I had actually returned of my own free will to this gilded prison. The ones who had managed to forge some kind of alliance or friendship in the midst of all the petty drama and constant jockeying for position whispered amongst themselves, no doubt wondering what could have brought me back. But I simply ignored them all, keeping my face an inscrutable mask as I strode past without a

was locked, I drew myself a long, calming bath, dousing. my tired body with all the nice scented bath washes, oils, and

I squirmed a bit as I carefully pulled on each lace and satin piece, wondering with a twinge of disgust if these intimates had ever adorned the body of some other poor woman he had used and discarded before me, even though the tags and labels were

bed, posing myself artfully among the mound of pillows, and calmly waited for his inevitable arrival. Perhaps

to doze off, my eyelids growing heavier by the second, when the door to my room was abruptly pushed open from the outside, causing it to slam into the wall

to my chest. It took a few moments for my eyes to readjust and process the figure standing

Whatever

features, I knew better

I resisted there to smile