Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

"What do you mean I should get pregnant?"

She blinked at me. "Come on girl You know what I mean. Sleep with Mark without protection and make. sure he impregnates you."

"Oh," I murmured dismally and sat back

"You can't do it?" Her sharp voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"What? No, yeah, I can," I spluttered. I sat straighter in the chair. "I will. Anything to get

him to be fully mine.

"Good," she smiled, "because there's no surer way to own a man than to carry his child in your belly."

I nodded, already working a plan in my head. "Why haven't I thought of this before?" My subconscious mocked me as I asked; I ignored it.

"I'm surprised myself. You'll see that when you get pregnant with his child, he'll be forced to divorce Sydney." She shrugged, "Afterall, you're carrying his heir so why shouldn't he devote his life to keeping you happy?"

I sprang out of the chair, my lips stretched in a wide "Oh Sandra. Thank you, thank you," I pecked her continuously on each cheek in excitement.

She playfully pushed me off her and I sat back in my chair thrumming with excitement. I was so sure in the that this one would work. But apart from that, I know he wanted me. I was confident enough that I would easily get him to sleep with me.

V someone

"Come on, what are friends for if we don't hatch plans to we mutually hate."

"Yas, girl," I chirped and raised my cup in the air. She did the same and our cups met clumsily in the air as our hands shook from our laughter.

Later, Sandra and I ordered a ordered a meal each and ate to our fill, chatting and cachinnating as we did. Then we left the restaurant and we visited a mall; we giggled like school girls as we picked a lingerie set for me. I was hatching my plan tonight. No time to waste.

In the evening we parted ways. It was an unexpectedly fun-filled day for me. On my way home I dialed Mark

"Bel_" his deep voice filled the speaker of my phone and I closed my eyes in bliss, imagining him. murmuring sweet nothings in my ear as he-

"Bella, are you there?"

My eyes flew open. "Yes!" The pitch of my voice was top high so I took a deep breath. "Of course I'm not fine. I've missed you"

I heard him sigh. "I've missed you too, babe. It's just w

"Yeah, work. I know," I interrupted him, feeling slightly irritated that I had planned. "I might be dying and you'd still choose work. It's fine. Go back to work. I just called to ask if you'd like to come over for dinnerThis text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

but apparently you're busy. Bye, have a good working night," I bit out and hung up.

I bit my lip as I stared at my phone. I really hope he would call back. Because if he doesn't, I wo-

My phone vibrated in my palm. A mischievous grin spread across my face as I looked at the caller's ID. I did a hasty countdown from ter before I picked up.

He let out a relieved breath. "I was scared you weren't going to pick up."

"What do you want?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to use work as excuse. I'll come for dinner if you want me to. What time?"

I

"A couple hours from now," I grinned.

I washed myself with my best scented body wash and donned myself in the heavenly smell of my body spray then I put on the lingerie and let my hair fall around my shoulders.

"You know," I started, few minutes into the second course of our meal. Mark was already digging in after complimenting my cooking skills nonstop. "Not having you around always reminds me of my days

overseas."

Mark's fork froze in the air then he dropped it and picked up the bottle of alcohol and poured some into his wineglass. He took a big gulp. "I'm sorry."

My eyes lowered as I poked the food on my plate. "Don't be. It's not your fault that I got diagnosed with a heart disease few days before my wedding."

I heard him sigh deeply then he exhausted the content in his glass and I smirked inwardly. Just a few more acts.

"Mom and dad couldn't come and I was all alone throughout the whole process. There was no one to turn to whenever I was haunted by those...nightmares."