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.

as she watched

melt in his arms. "I thought you had

nodded. "It was

and took my

of us, he went

asked Amie as we all had an early

home very late yesterday so there was no chance to chat like they always did as Amie was already

needed to ramble on about whatever went on in her

lunch, Amie returned to her room to take

stayed with Dennis while

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

"Babe?" His voice

"I've been talking and you haven't said anything.

the phone in his direction. "What are those?" I folded my

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

up my hairline. A big part of me had hoped that

I was surprised at how calm I sounded. I am screaming inside

it's not what it

I repeated incredulously feeling disgusted. "What the fucking hell, Dennis! When was this? Was

even let me explain and you're already. blaming me," he sounded angry and that only further infuriated me. He has no right

to explain? Tell me!" I yelled as I picked up the phone he'd dropped and thrust it in his face. "It's self explanatory There's

your voice, you'll wake Amie," was

he wiped his palm over his face. "Look, I'm sorry that I allowed myself to be in that position but! swear it's not like

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

was by my side on

nothing. I wasn't sure if I wanted