Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

The cold night air hit my face as we both burst out of the door and the hairs on my arm stood erect. I was still grappling with the information that the bar owner was the one I had seen in my Villa. I had every right to call the police on him right now and maybe get this place searched. I mean, he had a gun that day but I had no evidence. I shivered, shaking the feeling that swept through me as I remembered the feel of the metal behind my back.

Still lost in my thoughts, Mark pushed me into the car. He hastily and roughly fixed the seat belt around me as though I was some kid he needed to take home with immediacy.

"Where are you taking me?!" I clumsily pulled at the belt as I threw the question at his moving figure. He went around the car. The car slightly shook as he climbed in and slammed the door closed. His face was set straight, staring ahead as he blatantly ignored all the questions I threw at him.

"Where are you taking me, Mark?!" I asked deadpan.

"I'm taking you home! We're going home!" He yelled.

Just then, his phone lit up and the seat I was in vibrated. 'Bella' was the name on display.

I noticed that he stopped moving and I looked up to find his eyes on me. We were like that for several second, the vibrating hum of the phone the only sound in the car

I broke whatever trance we were both in and scoffed, "Do you need me to get out of the car?"

He did his favorite thing since I've known him; he ignored me. He snatched the phone and fumbled with it for a while before he finally picked the call. He put the phone on speaker.

I wondered why and rolled my eyes. To spite me?

For a man that had his wits about him and was raving mad just a moment ago, he sure was acting awkward.

"Hey..."

My head whipped to his face at the sound that came out of his mouth. I didn't think I had ever heard Mark speak so softly. It was almost like a breathless whisper. Wow. This was more than I thought it was. He. was seriously whipped. 1

"Mark..." Bella's weak voice boomed through the phone's speaker.

"Are you okay?" Mark half rose from his seat, his back rod straight.

"I'm not, Mark," her response was accompanied by a sob. "I just woke up. I was unconscious for a while and there was no one to tend to me."

Mark met my eyes then quickly looked away.

"Look, Bel. I'm-

"Bel!" I scoffed, Interrupting him.

"Are you with someone? Her voice suddenly sounded (ke steel.

"Bel, I'm busy. Can you reach your phone? Call the emergency num-" he was explaining softly but Bella's cries interrupted him.

"Mark. You have to come!" She whined. "I'm all alone in this lonely house and my chest hurts. I can barely breath," her breathing suddenly Sounded raspy. "Please, Mark. I need you here." She added after a second's silence, "I want you here. I want you to be the one to take me to the hospital."

"Be-"

"What if I die here before the ambulance gets here?!" Her voice was sharp. "Are you already tired of me? Have you found another girl."

"Shh. I'll never tire of you."

"Then come! Promise me you'll be here."

Mark ran fingers through his hair and let out a deep sigh. "I'll be at your door in..." he trailed off as he checked his watch. "Give me ten minutes.”

"Hurry babe. I feel like I'm dying. Your presence and arms around me will make a huge difference."

"Sure. I'll be there. Just hang on."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He had barely ended the call when I let out a loud hiss and removed the seat belt from around me. I turned to open the door, but Mark's hand on my shoulder stopped me. "Come on. Stay. Let's go see Bella together."

Was this a joke?! I whirled around. "Over my dead body!" I spat in his face.

He flinched back, seeming surprised. "She's your sister! And she is sick."

I met his gaze head on, "She might as well be dying, I gritted out. "I don't want to be involved in your sick and twisted relationship."

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"This isn't about our relationship or differences. This is health."

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I fully turned to him but my hand was still on the car's doorknob. "You know the world doesn't revolve around you two, right? No one wants to see your disgusting loving dovey acts."