Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I stormed out of the cafe, ready to speed back to the hospital, away from all of these despicable humans and back to Grace.

About a dozen feet away from the car, I heard heavy footsteps rapidly pounding after me. They caught up to me and their hands dropped on my shoulder. "Sydney, wait. Calm down."

I rolled my eyes, of course it was him. No other person there had the arrogance to not let me walk out of their presence or hardheaded enough to still follow and tell me to calm the fuck down!

I shook off his hand on my shoulder and continued to match forward. He caught up to me and grabbed my shoulder again. "Come on!" He gritted his teeth, "Alright then, let me take you home. You're too emotional to drive now."

Emotional! I scoffed and roughly shrugged off his hands again. I looked at the car in determination. Just a few more steps and I'd be in that car and driving off away from this bastard. "Sydney, you shouldn't drive when you're this angry? It's dangerous."

I still ignored him. Why did he want to drive me home? So he could tie me up and never let me leave. Well, that wouldn't be happening and I didn't give two fucks if he lost the shares that his grandmother gave him.

I opened the car door and got in the car. Just as I inserted the key in the ignition, I heard the door open and Mark fluidly entered the car and sat himself down in the passenger seat beside me. "Then I'll accompany you. I'm just not going to leave you to drive alone in this state. It's dangerous," I could feel his gaze on my temple as he spoke and I listened with growing irritation.

I sighed and grounded my teeth. And for the briefest moment, I imagined making him leave by sticking the car key in his neck and pushing him out the door. That would stop him for sure but it wouldn't be logical. Since I now intended to involve the court by getting a lawyer and filing a case against the two imbeciles that hurt my friend, getting more than one person to bleed wouldn't be an ideal approach to win the case.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

So I closed my eyes and I took a deep breath. When I opened it, I snatched the car keys from the ignition and flung the car door open.

I slammed the door shut after I stepped out of the car and into the soft breeze of the evening and brought out my phone, ready to order an Uber.

"Sydney!" He kept yelling from inside the car. "Get back here, where are you going?" His voice held at mixture of concern and anger.

I heard as he also came down from the car, slammed the door and gadded to my

side.

"Why are you being like this Sydney? Why are you still so bent on the divorce?" His tone was sharp and unbridled as he continued to speak, "It's getting irritating, to be very honest, you constantly threatening to put an end to the marriage grates on my nerves."

Oh, so he still thought this was merely a threat? Well, he'd be in for a big shock.

I heard him sigh heavily then he took a step forward and his voice softened, "Let me take you home, Sydney then we'd talk about this once and for all over a calming cup of coffee."

"Get In, Syd. I will take you away from here!"

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I almost didn't hear the shout amidst Mark's rambling. I jerked my head up at the voice. That accent, I

knew it.

It was good to see that he was already out of the hospital and fine. My eyes voluntarily traveled to his stomach where he had been stabbed but he had something akin to a puffer jacket on and I couldn't tell if the bandage was still on or not.

"Come on!" The sound of an engine revving softly stopped before me and Luigi, seated on the coolest motorcycle I had ever seen, urged. "I can help you get rid of this pestering guy." He nodded toward Mark with a wink.

"You again!" Mark erupted.

"Yes, it's me," Luigi grinned at him. Then he faced me and nodded toward the backseat. "Hop on, girl."

I didn't hesitate. I grabbed Luigi's sturdy shoulders and with his help, I got on the motorcycle. As I climbed in, Mark wouldn't stop blabbering and stammering. "Sydney, get off that thing." "Sydney, it's dangerous." He stepped forward and got in my face, "You don't even know this guy!"

The look I managed to spare him said otherwise and he glared at it. I could see his jaw working as he grinded his teeth. He held my gaze with his hard one, "Get off!"

I blatantly ignored him as Luigi handed me a helmet and I strapped it on. I felt him pull at my coat. I almost cackled at his action. What was he now? A kid? "Young man, do not start that thing. Sydney, I mean it..

He must have said something else but I didn't catch it as Luigi kick-started his motorcycle and I shrugged off my coat. If he wanted it so much, he could have it. "Hold on tight, Syd," Luigi instructed.

"Sydney!" Mark roared as I wove my arms around Luigi's taut stomach. And then I was feeling the rush of air on my skin and my face as Luigi sped into the fast approaching night.