Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

It took a while but she picked up eventually.

I had barely let her finish saying her cold 'hi' before I started speaking, "I don't know how but Mark is heavily drunk. He needs someone by his side to take care of him. You should come over."

I heard rustling in the background before her response came, "I'll be right over." Then she hung up.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I made a coffee for myself then I walked back to Mark's room. I took a seat and sipped my coffee as I waited for her. About ten minutes later, I heard an impatient knock rasp on the main door. Then few seconds later, the room door was pushed open to reveal a flustered Bella.

I frowned at her appearance. She looked slightly disheveled, definitely from rushing here but what really caught my attention was the lingerie visible under her filmsy coat.

Okay. Had she got my words wrong? Because why will you come to care for a drunk man in a lingerie? I whistled, nodding, she definitely has a plan. But I didn't care.

She rolled her eyes and swept past me to check on Mark.

Since the coffee had already kept me awake, I decided to just stay and watch.

I remained seated and sipped my coffee as I watched in amusement as she went back and forth from the kitchen to the room and back to the kitchen again.

She boiled water and I scrunched my brows wondering what is was for until I was left gaping as she soaked his socks in it. Then she made coffee. He only took a little before falling into another mindless slumber. She did all of this as she totally ignored my presence. Fine by me.

Then she rushed out of the room and came back with a simmering plate of soup. Hmm, I moaned inwardly and briefly closed my eyes. It smelt heavenly but when I peeked in, I recoiled. Whatever she had mixed together looked like vomit.

I watched, drawn to the edge of my seat in disgust, as I watched her feed it to him like a proper wife

would. So sweet.

At first he threw it out and complained groggily that he didn't like it. But she pleaded with him. "Please, Mark. Just one more spoon.”

"One more spoon,' she kept saying. It was over a dozen spoons she had fed him now.

Finally, she cleaned his mouth and eased him onto his back. Then Mark settled into sleep and his sleep was accompanied with a soft and less irritating snore.

Wow, I exclaimed to myself. She was good at this.

Then she went out of he room and came back in with a towel in her hands. She finally eyed me as she moved to sit beside Mark on the bed then she placed the towel on his forehead. She turned to me, her gaze cold as they shot daggers at me. "What will it take for you to divorce. Mark?!"

raised my brows, amused, "That was specific."

"Just answer the damn question."

I mused on her question for awhile." What will it take for me to divorce, Mark?" I repeated to myself as i pondered on my response.

Then my face broke into a big grin. Her glare deepened, I dropped the cup of coffee as I gave her my response. "How about," I paused, smirking, "you give me 1.2 million dollars." Perfect response for a perfect question asked at the right time.

Just as Mark had said, the title of being his wife was worth for more than a hundred dollars. I might as well make a little fortune with the title.

"Are you serious?" Her face smoothened as her eyes widened.

"I am

She smiled, "Just 1.2 million and you'd leave?"

"Definitely."

As she opened her mouth to speak again, a sudden roar interrupted her causing the both of us to flinch. Mark sprang up, "No! Bella! Don't give it to her!"