Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

DENNIS

I pushed the door to the bar open, my head aching, swirling with thoughts of how I could have out that money into something better, how I could trace the bastard and make him pay for swindling us.

I usually do not let things get to me. I hate to get riled up or angry which was why I always tried to control my cool. But this past months have been trying. Each day, my patience got tested.

But this was one was the worst of it all. It was the final blow that made me erupt. A hundred fucking dollars! How do I even account for that? How do I retrieve all the working assets that I sold? There just was no way I wouldn't be stressed. I was mentally stressed, physically stressed. I was stressed in every possible way.

I had been scowling at literally everyone that was unfortunate enough to look my way since I left where Cole and I had met.

This bar was filled to the brim as usual. It was the bubbliest of my bars and it was the one that yielded the most profit. This sounds of clinking glasses, laughter and chatters always brightened my mood but not this time.

I wanted to yell at everyone and order them out so I could have the place to myself. So I could walkow in my loss without prying eyes and irritating noise.

"Welcome sir."

"Thank you," I bit out harshly as the manager of the branch stoped before me. I barely glanced at him as I continued the heavy walk to the stairs. I hoped that he would pick up that I was no in the mood to listen to any report or stupid complaint and just get away. But he followed me. I gritted my teeth but I remained silent. I heard his footsteps as they seemed closer and closer and...

"Sir, I w-"

"What is it do you have to say that can not wait?" I turned around sharply and snapped. "I just got back. The reports or whatever you have to say can wait."

He swallowed. "I'm sorry, sir," he muttered. I could see the surprise in his eyes and I could feel other eyes on me as the room grew quieter than normal.

of them had ever heard me raise my voice or snap at them like this. The exact reason why he didn't read into

away from him and continued my

back, I threw the door close and dragged myself to my seat. I dropped into it and dropped my head on my table, my eyes closed. I could still remember how I had sold those properties. Some of their prices weren't even worth but I wanted to get the money

thoughts were cut off when

away. Do I have to yell at each one of

my brows furrowed heavily, ready to

the seat and rest my head on the back

she further walked into my office, closing the door with a definite click

you here?" I gritted out, trying to stop my voice from

was a minute of silence and I imagined her wringing her hands together, biting her lower lip as she

in. I just thought to come check if you're

fine. You can leave now,"

to hear her receding footsteps but there was no sound. The room was just bathed in silence and I was still painfully aware of her presence. "Are you sure?" Her voice sounded closer and I could tell that she had moved closer to my desk. "You don't really look fine to me. What happened?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "Oh, Tabitha, you crack me up," I

"I-"

turned to her, my brows arched, my main aim to

you

Venet

I added, "Or even worry about me? Why

at my tone, staring at me with surprise in her eyes. She opened her

right do you

sorry," she said. "I