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 she

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

was quicker than

his head and took

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

was school yesterday?" He asked Amie as

there was no chance to chat like they always did as Amie was already very

needed to ramble on about whatever went on in her classes

returned to her

Dennis while

we weren't talking about the randomest things, I was scrolling through I*******m. I'd see

against my chest and I knew this one would induce some serious talk. "Babe?" His voice jolted me out of the horror that was pictures of

talking and you haven't said anything. Plus

preferred if that was what I saw," I bit out and turned the phone

he picked up the phone and viewed the pictures. "Fuck!" He muttered

brows rode up my hairline. A big part of me had hoped that he'd deny it, that he'd point out that it

at how calm I sounded. I

I swear, it's not

hell, Dennis! When was this?

already. blaming me,"

yelled as I picked up the phone he'd dropped and thrust it in his face.

voice, you'll wake Amie," was all

I'm sorry that I allowed myself to be in that position but! swear it's not like it looks.

something."

on. "Oh Dennis, how could you do this to me?" I lowered myself

then he was by my side on his

nothing. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear his damned explanation