Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0019

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"Will you slow down?" I groaned, "My tummy hurts. You're digging your shoulders into it."

"I don't care where you hurt," there was a pause, then, stopped caring when you made that stupid announcement."

*Like

ke you ever cared," I rolled my eyes.

He kicked the door open with his foot, strode in and dumped me no, he flung me on the large bed.

I bounced on the bed for a few seconds before I stayed in place.

"What the hell! I could have bounced down the floor and hit my head and died."

"Maybe that would be better," his voice sent the hair on my skin upright and I resisted the urge to cower at the glare on his face; the look of contempt in his eyes.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his jaw was tight as he lashed out. "I aske

the house and wait for me."

you to come to

I sat comfortably on the bed and took my time to respond so I wouldn't splutter. "I didn't want to. You can't just order me around. Besides, if I had come, I would have rode with you and Bella, sitting at the back seat like a third wheel, right?"

He scoffed. "You just hate the poor girl, so much don't you? She's your sister!"

I put my palm up. "You don't have to scream it in my ears, I know she's my sister." Unfortunately, "But did you just refer to her as a 'poor girl? Poor girl!" I threw my head back and laughed. I wondered if he would still think she was a 'poor girl" if he knew.

"Why are you so bent on getting divorced?"

"Because you're an asshole and I want nothing to do with you," I pouted.

"What do you want to not mention that irritating word agains

"What word?" I fluttered my lashes, "Divorce?"

He gritted his teeth and his hands that were perched on his hips tightened. "What do you want for things to go back to the way they were?"

me

I furrowed my brows and put a finger on my chin. "The way things were? How is that? You, cheating on n with my sister while ignoring me? Our fake pose as a happy couple?"

"Not like you ever bothered to put in the effort," he snarled. "You always acted like you were being mistreated at the slightest opportunity you got."

I

I raised my brows, "Wasn't I?" Our gaze locked. "Answer me, wasn't I mistreated?"

"You were not!" Then he repeated his earlier words, "What do you want for things to go back to the way they were?" He looked like he was losing his patience but I couldn't care less.

"Why do you want things to go back to the way they were?" I let my lips curve into a sly smile. "Why, Mark? What's wrong?" I wiggled my brows, "Have you fallen in love with me and can't bear to see me leave?"

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Chapter 0010

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He blinked and his lips parted. And for a while, we just held each other's gaze; my gaze was teasing, his was filled with a mixture of confusion, anger and irritation.

"Stop talking nonsense, Sydney. State your conditions! He retorted loudly. Too loudly.

"No conditions, Mark," I shrugged, sobering up, "I just want a divorce."

The crease in his brows deepened and he started to pace the room, his fingers combing his hair in frustration. "Is this like some joke to you? A game? Because I don't get this, I don't get you." He stopped in front of the bed, "Are you joking with me, Sydney?"

That look I glimpsed in his eyes before it morphed back into anger, the slight fall in his tone and volume almost made me pity him. It made me want to pull him to me, massage his scalp and promise him that I would never leave him.

I shook my head and swallowed. "It's no fun for me either. I seriously just want a divorce. To be more clear, I don't want to stay married to you."

He observed me for a while then he spoke up, his voice sounded harsh, grating and his jaw tightened. He lifted his chin, "Fine then. If I am going to sign the divorce papers then I have a condition."

My brows heightened and I dreaded what his condition would be.

The corners of his lips lifted in a smirk and his eyes glinted with mischievousness, "If you want a divorce, you would have to give me a million dollars in alimony."