Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

TABITHA

I glared after Sharon as she strutted out of the cafe, head held high. In this run-down area, she looked so out of place. Even though she was casually dressed, she still smelt and looked like a billion dollar. Snatching her as our client would have been the best thing ever. But she was as lethal as she was rich. I could see that in the way she warned me off, the stoic set of her features since we met. She was not someone you could easily joke with or dupe. It was apparent. I should have listened to Sid.

Certain that if I pressed further, she would definitely get me arrested, I decided to let her be.

With no other option, I decided to sell my story.

"How was it?" The guys asked when I returned that day.

"Epic fail," was all I said before I retired to my room. And they knew very well to leave me be.

I brought up the footage of Dennis and I. It had been something I intended to keep to only myself and maybe show it to Dennis someday, but since he's refused, then I'll put it to use.

I spent the whole night editing the shit out of the pictures, making what normally would have looked okay look obscene.

By midnight, the pictures were to my satisfaction. I contacted the publisher, got my pay and sent the pictures to him.

The stupid marriage that made him reject me could go to hell.

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ANASTASIA

"Hey baby," Dennis picked Amie up and pulled her in for a hug.

Today being a weekend, he returned early from work.

"So I don't deserve a hug, huh?" I teased, my arms crossed over my bossom asinwatched him pour all his attention to Amie. "Of course, you do, my love," he said and walked up to me to hug.

giggled as

melt in his arms. "I thought you had a business

nodded. "It was quicker than I

head and took my lips in

both of us, he went upstairs to check on Justin and

He asked Amie as we all had

yesterday so there was no chance to chat like they

that was the permission she needed to ramble on

returned to her

stayed with Dennis while he

about the randomest things, I was scrolling through I*******m. I'd see a funny meme, I'd show him and we'd laugh about

voice jolted me out of the horror that was

been talking and you haven't said anything. Plus you look like you've just

turned the phone in his direction. "What are

up the phone and viewed the pictures. "Fuck!" He muttered under his breath and ran his fingers through his

A big part of me had hoped that he'd deny

at how calm I sounded. I am screaming

explain. I swear, it's not

the fucking hell, Dennis! When was this? Was this when we fought? Was this why

His brows scrunched up. "You didn't even let me explain and you're already. blaming me," he sounded angry and that only further infuriated me.

me!" I yelled as I picked up the phone he'd dropped

Amie," was all

over his face. "Look, I'm sorry that I allowed myself to be in that position but! swear it's not like it looks. These pictures have been doctored

something."

rubbed my temple, feeling a sudden headache come on. "Oh Dennis, how could you do this to me?" I lowered myself into the bed and whispered.

heard him say then he was by my side on his

wasn't sure if I wanted to hear his damned explanation or