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.

me raise my voice or snap at them like this. The exact reason

of my sight," I murmured as I turned away from

on my table, my eyes closed. I could still remember how I

when I

Do I have to yell at each one of them

furrowed heavily, ready to snap at whoever it was to get

my gaze met hers, I let out a quiet hiss as I relaxed back in the seat and rest my head on the back of the chair. "What do you

okay?" She asked queitly as she further walked into my office, closing the door with a definite click behind

gritted out, trying to stop my

silence and I imagined her wringing her hands together, biting her lower

didn't really look fine when you came in. I just thought to come check if you're

You can leave now,"

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

"I-"

to intimidate her and get

do you think

Venet

tightened as I waited for her response, then I added, "Or even worry about me? Why do you think you can

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

tell me. What right do you have to come in

she said. "I just,"