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 watched

felt myself melt in his arms. "I

was quicker

he lowered his head and took my lips

he went upstairs to check on Justin

asked Amie as we all

was no chance to chat like they always did

beamed, "Awesome!" And that was the permission she needed to ramble on about whatever went on in her

her room to take

Dennis while

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

slammed against my chest and I knew this one would induce some serious talk. "Babe?" His voice jolted me out of

you okay?" His smile waned. "I've been talking and you haven't said anything. Plus you look like you've just seen a

out and turned the phone in his direction. "What are those?" I folded

phone and viewed the pictures. "Fuck!" He muttered under his

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

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

swear, it's not

Dennis! When was this?

and you're already. blaming me," he sounded angry

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 no

your voice, you'll wake Amie," was all

allowed myself to be in that position but! swear it's not like it looks. These pictures

something."

how could you

say then he was by my side

said nothing. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear