Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I got dressed in a simple little black dress, my feet were clad in nude heels with a matching purse. I part my hair in two and let each side frame my face. Lucas was finely tucked in a fine tuxedo - we decided to

match colors so his tuxedo was black, with a nude shirt underneath.

My and Lucas' arms were linked as we walked to the entrance of the auction. The security at the entranceway searched us with a beeping machine before we were allowed in.

The auction house was already flooded by people when we got in and If Lucas had not specially had a seat reserved in his name at the VIP section in the front row, we probably would have ended up standing throughout the event. One of the ushers led us to our seats.

As we approached our seat, I felt Lucas' hold on my hand tightened. I had been slightly distracted by the beautiful artworks on display but now that I looked ahead, I saw that the seats that the usher was leading us to were side by side with Mark's.

Mark, whose attention wason an ugly ancient statue on display, was seated beside Sandra. There was a smug expression on her face as her eyes accompanied us to our seats.

Before we got there, I clutched Lucas' arm with my second hand, "You don't need to feel threatened by Mark," I said softly, "You know that right?" I added when he didn't say anything.

"I know," he simply answered.

"Here you go, sir," the usher smiled sweetly and left.

Mark suddenly turned and his eyes fell on us. Even though Lucas wasn't watching, I looked away from him but I felt his hot gaze in me. There was a sort of staredown between them before both of them tersely nodded at each other.

We took our seats. Sandra and I were seated in the middle, my left shoulder was almost touching Sandra's right shoulder while Mark and Lucas were seated on the other side of us.

"Hello, nemesis," Sandra whispered into my ear. When I ignored her, she hissed, "What now? We pretend not to know each other and ignore each other?"

I ignored her still. My focus was on the displays. There was currently a golden shoe on display. I actually found it ugly but the worth of the person who wore it for years must make it look like the most beautiful shoe on earth because bidders were silently warring with one another over the shoe. Before the auctioneer even explained it, Lucas whispered into my ear, "It was worn by the first Greek emperor. It cost a fortune then, not anymore though but owning it signifies your power...it's kind of a power play thingy."

I nodded then I blurted, "But it's just one. Shoes come in pairs, don't they?"

He chuckled, "After the emperor's death. One of the pair got missing. Till today, no one knows its whereabouts."

"Interesting," I muttered with a raised brow as Lucas pulled away.

I sneaked a glance at Mark. The way he stared at the shoe, he also seemed to know the story Lucas just told me and for a moment, I thought he was going to join the bidders but he didn't.

"$70,000! Who is ready to beat that?" The auctioneer screamed with so much vigor.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

One of the bidders immediately responded aggressively, "I bid $200,000!"

I whipped my head back just as most of the people in the room did. The man who made the bid had a bald head with small greedy-looking eyes.

"What the fucking hell!" I exclaimed in a low voice for Lucas to hear. "These people don't have what to use their money for, do they?"

"Everybody here is stinking rich, you know that and as I told you, it's power. Most people do anything to have that," he said as we turned back to the auctioneer who was already calling for anyone who was ready to beat the amount.

"Alright, the first Greek emperor's shoe is sold to bidder number seven for $200,000!" The hammer fell and the auctioneer had a huge grin on his face as he announced the final bidder. I didn't blame him. I would be laughing with joy if I were him. "Congratulations, sir."