Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I scrolled through my notifications bar, checking for any important mail or notification when I saw Bella's calls that I missed. Since I had nothing to do and I was in a place where there was no noise, I decided to call Bella.

It was as if she had been expecting my call; she picked up instantly and furiously rambled out, "And what's that supposed to mean?" Her voice came through furious...no-nonsense. "What do you hope to get by nding me that? I've already broken up with Mark. He and I are done. I don't care who he's with, do you understand? I don't give a fuck!"

"Hmm, I hummed calmly, further infuriating her, "Are you sure? Because with all these rage you're spitting out...tut tut, sounds to me like you still care."

"You know what? Why don't you mind your business, bitch? If I say I don't care then I don't!"

I laughed. I laughed so hard that I had to clutch my tummy. If there was anyone in any of the other stalls, they would run out once they heard me because they would think I was some psycho.

"You care, Bella. Admit it. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be so angry. Silly girl, you thought you could become his next wife by pushing me out of his life? I told you it's impossible. I warned you. You should have listened to me and left then you wouldn't have gotten aired and have the whole world see your public linen."

"Wh-"

"Tell me, how does it feel knowing someone else might soon take your place? How does it feel that your very own friend took over the moment you left?"

It was purely karma, she took over her sister's man now her friend was doing the same to her. Am I shocked? Hell no.

"You know what? I can't wait to be your boss. When I do, I will make your life so miserable until you get on your knees and beg for your pathetic life!" Her voice dripped with so much hate and bitterness that it made her words sound more venomous than they really are.

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I tried to process her words. "Be my boss?" I muttered, confused.

"You heard me right, you slow thing!"

I chuckled. "Wait, are you sure you aren't high with your ex lover, Isaac? Because what you're saying doesn't make sense. How will you be my boss? How in the world can that ever happen?" asked incredulously.

"Mark promised to buy the company where you work for me." I could almost picture her with the self satisfied smirk on her face.

"The company where I work?" I felt dumb repeating her words but I really am. confused.

How will she be my boss and what does she mean by where I work?

Bella groaned loudly, "God, Sydney, you're so slow! You work at Luxe Vogue, don't you? Mark will buy the company and give it to me. It's my breakup f*e."

Okay. I might have been able to hold back my laughter but I didn't. I laughed till I was sated.

"What's so funny?" I heard her mutter amidst my laughter.

"Do

you live in the stone age or something? Do you not watch the news? Aren't you on social media?"

"What's with all the questions? What are you implying? What concerns all these questions with Mark getting me Luxe Vogue?"

Now it made sense. It made so much sense why Mark was so persistent about acquiring the company. It was all Bella's doing. She coerced Mark into it. Well, too bad, the crisis has been defused. "GT Group is investing in Luxe Vogue, dummy. They aren't acquiring it."

There was a long pause and Bella laughed out, surprising me. I had expected her to lash back with some bitter comment not...laugh.

"Mark always keeps to his word. How did you make him change his mind? Did you sleep with him?"

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head and smiled. "That's you

my voice when I heard the door to the bathroom open." refer to use my brain. I don't manipulate people or sleep with thern to get what I need.

Bella was saying something but I got distracted when the door to the stall 1 was in was yanked open.

"What the" the words died in my throat and my eyes widened as I stared at the person standing in the doorway.

I let out a shriek when his hand gripped my arm and dragged me out of the stall I was in. I winced as he slammed my back against the partition and pinned me there. Then he snatched my phone from my hands and barked into its speaker, "she's busy!"

He hung up and faced me. I swallowed as his hard gaze intensely bore into me, willing me to dare him and look away.