Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

As he rose from his seat, holding out his hand for me, he said, "By the way, when you see anything you fancy among the displayed items, let me know."

I passed him a sweet grin, "Alright."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

When I out my hand in his, suddenly realized that I didn't want to leave like that. I wanted to give Sandra something to worry about.

I gently pulled at Lucas' hand, "Just a moment, I have something to say to Sandra."

He looked between Sandra and I, "is there a problem?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. I just need to tell her something real quick."

With one last look, he nodded. "Alright."

He waited for me as I edged sideways, meaning closer to Sandra, who already had her hateful look on me.

"Do you know what will tell you after you get married to him?"

Her gaze quickly flitted to Mark then back to me. She seemed to have already been out on edge by my words. Well, that was quicker.

"What?" She retorted fiercely. She tried to act nonchalant but it was there in the deep crease of her brows.

I smirked, feeling like a real time villain. "He would say, and I quote..." I quoted Mark's words very slowly, "Do not hope for anything. All you can possess is what you already have, the title of my wife." I grinned maliciously, "Unquote. I wish you a happy married life in advance."

"What were you guys talking about so intensely?" Lucas asked absentmindedly as we made our way to our new seats.

"Nothing," I said in a dismissive tone, "Just juicy girl talk."

Seated in new seats. I felt the vibration of my phone from my purse for the umpteenth time. I sighed and brought it out. There were countless missed calls from Bella.

I smirked smugly. Then I put my phone on silent and

cused on the auction. I looked down at my phone as my screen lit up from a call from her again. I decided to tuck it back in my purse. I could almost imagine her rage. Bella had always had a bad temper. I wouldn't be surprised if she threw her phone at a wall in rage. A feeling of immense satisfaction coursed through me just at the image of her rage and helplessness.

"That looks..." Lucas was suddenly saying but I tuned out when I felt a tingle at the back of my neck. I turned to find Mark's scathing glare on me.

I frowned, wondering what might have warranted that look. He nodded toward the stage, signaling to the item that was currently on display.

"Do you want it?" Lucas said the same time I turned to see the item on display. The item on the auction stage was a very familiar bracelet. On a closer look, my lips parted in a silent gasp. It was one of the bracelets that Mark had ordered from Atelier Studios and given to me during our divorce proceedings. I had angrily instructed my assistant to sell it off. Not even for a moment had I imagined that I might ever come across it again.

I suddenly felt really guilty. I still felt the tingling on my nape but I couldn't bring myself to look back at him.

Light spilled out of my unclasped purse as the screen of my phone lit up. I could have assumed it was Bella again and ignored it but something prompted me to pull it out and check the screen.

It was a text from Mark.

I didn't feel threatened by the words in the preview of the text but for some reason, my heart wildly skipped a beat.

I opened the text to see if there was more but it was just those three words.

"You're dead.