Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

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Chapter 0201 +25 BONUS Once the wreath was completed, I smiled sadly at my handiwork, running my fingers over the bright petals. "I'm sure he would have loved this one too," I whispered. He used to treasure every little silly craft I made him, no matter how ugly or lopsided I thought it looked.

I sighed heavily and just sat there for several long seconds, the fragile wreath resting in my hands as I stared silently at the patch of disturbed earth that was his final resting place. Then, so quiet I could barely hear my own voice, I murmured, "Lucas, I will definitely avenge your death. I swear it." With those words lingering in the still air, I placed the flower wreath on his makeshift tomb, gently pressing it into the sand so that it would remain in place, a bright spot of color adorning his grave.

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After taking one last long look to commit this moment to memory, I retrieved the bicycle and slowly pedaled my way back in the direction of the mansion and its occupants. An odd sense of melancholy hung over me, but also a reinvigorated sense of purpose.

When I arrived back at the garish palace, the women who were milling about stopped what they were doing and just stared atin surprise. They seemed utterly stunned to see that I had actually returned of my own free will to this gilded prison. The ones who had managed to forge skind of alliance or friendship in the midst of all the petty and constant jockeying for position whispered amongst themselves, no doubt wondering what could have broughtback. But I simply ignored them all, keeping my face an inscrutable mask as I strode past without a word.

That night, after ensuring the door to my room was locked, I drew myself a long, calming bath, dousing. my tired body with all the nice scented bath washes, oils, and scrubs I could find stocked in the opulent bathroom. Surprisingly, my private chambers were extremely well-appointed with luxuries. The other rooms were probably equipped similarly to keep Dylan's human pets placated.

Once I was freshly bathed, I slipped into the fanciest, most preciously delicate lingerie set I could find in the massive wardrobe that cwith the room. I squirmed a bit as I carefully pulled on each lace and satin piece, wondering with a twinge of disgust if these intimates had ever adorned the body of sother poor woman he had used and discarded before me, even though the tags and labels were still pristine.

With my preparations complete, I laid myself down on the plush bed, posing myself artfully among the mound of pillows, and calmly waited for his inevitable arrival. Perhaps adopting a mask of seductive vulnerability would help regain what little trust he still had inafter my solo outing.

I was nearly starting to doze off, my eyelids growing heavier by the second, when the door to my room was abruptly pushed open from the outside, causing it to slam into the wall with a resounding bang that madejump.

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I sprang up from my half-asleep repose into a seated position, clutching the bed covers to my chest. It took a few moments for my eyes to readjust and process the figure standing in the now open doorway. There was a gloomy, almost pained expression on Dylan's face- unless I was mistaking it for something else? Hurt, maybe? Whatever stormy emotions were flickering across his features, I knew better than to show any outward satisfaction or gloating. I resisted there to smile triumphantly, instead keeping my expression one of

wary caution as I waited for him to make the first accusation.

"You said you loved me, didn't you?" he growled in that low, menacing tone of his Then why did you go to E him again?"

RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.

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