Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

The feeling that coursed through me was heavenly. And for the first time since I announced to Mark that I didn't want to stay married to him again, I felt free.

After my announcement, the courtyard was shrouded in pin drop silence. Their eyes alternated between Mark and I then between dad and mum.

I could see some young girls immediately shooting their shots. The already deep neckline of their dresses become even deeper, their amble blossoms half on display as they cast flirtatious glances at Mark. I didn't blame them. In truth, Mark was like a diamond among the many men in town. Who wouldn't be excited to grab such a man if there ever was a whisper that he was back in the market? Bella looked pissed, her hold still on Mark's arm.

I wished I could capture the look on dad and mum's face right now and frame it. Their eyes bulged as they turned to me; I couldn't tell if it was out of panic or anger at me.

Throughout the years I had been with the family, I had learned that Michael's family's business was sinking. I had later learned in the last three years I stayed married to Mark the reason why they were hell bent on ensuring Mark married in the family. They had barely been able to struggle out of bankruptcy and get their business back on its feet because of their marital ties with him. If they should lose Mark, then they've lost their company.

Dad turned to Mark and gulped. "She is out of her mind, Mark. I'm sure she took something before coming here. She's been acting really out of character since she arrived. I was even worried that's he didn't

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Mark turned to me, ignoring dad, his eyes blazed with untamed anger. "Are you insane?!"Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I could feel eyes on us. "I'm very well in my right mind, Mark. You should instead be askin-"

I let out a shocked gasp when he suddenly lifted me off my feet and balanced me on his shoulder.

I didn't even bother to struggle, I tried to get comfortable on his shoulder. It was as though I was high on something as I laughed, my chin slightly hitting his back as he stormed off the scene.

I turned to the gaping crowd. There was a girl beside Bella, her palm patted her Bella's rigid shoulders, her face was pinched back and her fists clenched and I wondered if she was going to storm after us and throw me off Mark's shoulder. How mad is she right now? I thought, amused.

My eyes settled on dad. I grinned and waved at him, "Happy birthday, dad!" My voice rang out, mocking. "I hope you like my birthday gift." I roared with laughter again.

"Will you shut the fuck up!" Mark's grip on my thigh tightened and I let out a yelp.

"Ouch!" I pinched his back. "That hurt."

I could hear as he gritted his teeth and I felt his grip slightly loosened.

As Mark made his way to his car, I heard dad's calm voice- at least he tried to sound calm. One look at him and you could tell that he was a jittery mess. He forced on a smile. "Mark and my daughter just had a little misunderstanding," a nervous laugh, "No one is getting a divorce,I assure you, then he attempted a joke, "the eligible Mark Torres is off the market, girls, find a suitor somewhere else." The crowd roared

with laughter, dissipating the tense atmosphere.

I was sure dad didn't even want to imagine how his company's stock price would look if the news should reach the public's ears that Mark Torres, CEO of GT Group was divorcing his daughter.

I could imagine the companies that would instantly pull out, the air would carry the news and he and his wife and conniving daughter would be doomed. I doubt if the company would even last a month before crumbling.

I wondered if there was a journalist among the guests. If I were that journalist, I wouldn't hesitate to air what happened here. I'm sure any publishing house would pay a lot to get this news...I smirked as my thoughts trailed off. Or the news about Bella's whereabouts on her wedding day.

A room was reserved for Mark and Bella when they were dating for cases whenever Mark slept over. The room was on the second floor and that was exactly where Mark was heading. His shoulder started to dig in my tummy as he climbed the stairs; It felt very uncomfortable.