Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I folded my lips, resisting the urge to let out a groan as Grace added finishing touches to my make up. She had been adding finishing touches to my make up and dress for the past hour. "Grace."I groaned, unable to keep mute anymore. "What are you still doing?!

"Finishing touches."

"Finishing touches."

We said at the same time and Grace burst out laughing. "Relax. Didn't you say you wanted to go late. I'm making good use of your lateness"

"Yes, I wanted to go Kate but now I'm way too late. I bet the event would have ended by now."

Grandma Doris sent me the invite and it was well past the time stated there. I was now three hours late.

"You're taking so long on this makeup, I don't want it to be heavy. What if it rains? To be honest, my butt was already hurting and it felt sore from sitting on the stool, even though it was cushioned. "It isn't heavy and it won't rain," she muttered absentmindedly.

"Grace" she interrupted me.

'Finally done." Grace drew back and smiled at her handiwork, "Now you can stop squirming and groaning," she met out a small laugh.

I huffed as I stood up from the chair. I pulled up the song flowy gown Grace made me wear and marched to the mirror. My lips parted as I stared at myself in the mirror. Saying I looked stunning was an understatement.

Surprisingly, the make-up she spent so much time on didn't look like it. It looked like there was barely anything on my face.

I turned to find Grace smirking at me. You like what you see, don't you?"

Then she walked up to me and smoothed back a strand of hair that had fallen from the messy yet elegant updo she had styled my hair into. Even though the updo looked messy, she had taken a long time styling it. Even to look like you aren't trying, you have to try.

"I told you it will all be worth it," she looked at me, a soft smile on her lips.

"What did you spend the whole time doing" I marveled as I looked at myself in the mirror again. There's barely anything on my face"

Her lips lifted in a lopsided grin, "That's the magic. Then she handed me my purse and the wrapped gift I had gotten for Grandma Doris. "Now you should get going before the event actually ends." She walked me up to the door and held my purse and the gift for me as I put on my heels

"Have fun, love" Grace waved at me as pulled my car out of the driveway.

"Sure." I answered and blew her a kiss which she returned. I could still see

her in the side mirror for a while before she finally went inside the house.

I had intentionally intended to go late to the party, hoping that I wouldn't have to spend much time. Besides, by then, lots of guests would have arrived so the likes of Mark and Dora that I didn't want to have any contact with during the party would be busy entertaining the guests or being entertained by them. So I would easily be able to bypass them, go directly to Doris, wish her a happy birthday as I give her the gift I got for her and perhaps meet the man Doris wants to introduce me to then I would leave. Simple

I glanced at my phone. I had thought that Doris would call and clearly express her displeasure at my impuntuality but there's been no word from

her.

I relaxed a bit when I got into the vicinity of the Torres' mansion. There were luxurious cars scattered about because the parking lot was filled to the brim with cars. It could only mean one thing, the party must still be in full swing.

I found a good spot to park my car and made my way to their enormous and beautiful courtyard.

I decided to take a detour and pass through the garden. There I could easily spot everyone at the party. I would find Doris, Mark and Dora from the crowd and know how to bypass them all and get directly to the person that brought me here.

However, unfortunately, as I was quietly passing through the garden, I was halted by the sound of people speaking in agitated hushed tones.

I tipped my head back and groaned. "Why did they have to have their argument on the path I had hoped to take?" I whispered as I asked myself.

I decided to walk a bit closer to see who they were. Perhaps, they were people that didn't know me and I could just pass them.

But on a closer look, I saw that it was Mark and Bella. Bella's response to whatever Mark had said drifted to me.

"Mark, don't you love me anymore? Why have you been so cold to me lately? You don't even answer my calls," Bella was crying. She was actually crying. Her voice was quivering as she spoke.

My curiosity piqued and my feet stayed rooted to the spot. What could have made Bella, the carrier of a stone heart, cry?

"We stay in the same house, why do I need to answer your calls again?" Mark let out in a frustrated tone.

I raised my brows mockingly. He doesn't sound or look like the lovesick man I divorced. The angry gaze he casted on Bella didn't look like she was his world anymore..Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"True," Bella sniffed, "You're right, we live together but you're barely at home, Mark. You're always working. Tons of meetings and interviews that I never

see you anymore."

"I'm glad you know I'm always working. Mark burst out, "I'm busy working. my world does not and can not revolve around you. So forgive me, your royal highness, if you feel neglected but I cannot sit at home with you and rub your belly when I should be making money." Mark responded coldly and sarcastically.