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.

gilded prison. The ones who had managed to forge some kind of alliance or

my tired body with all the nice scented bath washes, oils, and scrubs I could find stocked in the opulent bathroom. Surprisingly, my private chambers were extremely well-appointed with luxuries. The other rooms were probably equipped similarly to keep

most preciously delicate lingerie set I could find in the massive wardrobe that came with the room. 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

myself down on the plush bed, posing myself artfully among the mound of pillows, and calmly waited for his inevitable arrival. Perhaps adopting a mask of seductive vulnerability would help regain what little trust he still had in me

was abruptly pushed open from the

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

Whatever

emotions were flickering across his features, I knew

gloating. I resisted there to smile triumphantly,