Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 110

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SUASAN 

***** ad on the best and back was turned to them as I bit out A 2A, SVARA tereta te bit grateful. Can you leave now?” 

Medvely tuned to them and neves shot daggers at the both of 

Canovat eet wat to be alone please 

anger as 

My feet rose aina s/matched both of them exchange glances 

other stod up and walked out of the room 

paved at the things they had brought for me I pushed the food aside and | grabbed my phone family cooled through the news channels the blog 

and the comments Just as they had said, it was already everywhere Even entertainment news channel and blog was mocking me for getting 

Gold digger faked pregnancy to trap Bonaire Mark Tones 

Weman who tried to force herself into the Torres family by getting pregnant 

miscarriage after which the Torres heir broke up with her.” 

Plan crashes Bella Michael loses her ticket to the Torres pocket 

I gritted my teeth and my grip on the phone was merciless. Hot, fat tears rolled down my cheeks in rapid waves. The tears made me feel pathetic, it reminded me of the weak Bella that Isaac thrashed as he liked, the one who was fooled by her stupid love. 

I sniffed and fiercely wiped the tears away from my face. No one would put me down. No one would make a ridicule of me and go scot-free. 

xas all her fault. She had not only once taken my place in Mark’s life but she had now successfully severed our relationship. 

The only person who knew that my pregnancy was not for Mark was Isaac and Sydney. And Isaac was not a fool, fed him, I fed into his addiction, he 

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would never go to yap to Mark about it. The only person who was capable of this was Sydney. That bitch! I knew she had a motive when I caught her eavesdropping on my argument with Isaac when he attempted to harass me again. 

it, she was her plan and even though I warned her not to tell Mark about 

it, she still did it anyway. She blurted it to Mark and achieved her aim. 

“Just you wait, Sydney,” my voice trembled and my body quaked as I gritted. out. “I will make you regret this. I will make you regret ever coming back into my family, bitch!” 

I walked to the restroom in the ward and washed my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, the bruises Isaac had inflicted were still prominent and my eyes had grown red from crying and eye bags were swollen and slightly darker than my skin color and my face was as white as a ghost’s. 

nodded and smirked at my reflection and it mirrored my movement. It was 

time for action. 

I returned to the room. I perched on the edge of the seat then I picked up my makeup box that I made mum bring for me. Slowly, I started to apply makeup on my face. I rubbed the eye cream under my eyes then I applied. enough primer with the perfect color that matches my skin color. Then I put enough concealer to cover everything up. After that, I worked on my brows and lips and in no time, I was staring at my stunning made–up face in the mini mirror that came with the makeup kit. 

Then I slipped out of the damned hospital gown and into the clothes my parents had assumed I would change into so that I could go home with 

them. 

I packed up my things into the handbag they had brought. I put everything int it and left the food on the stool by the hospital bed 

At first, I peeked out the window. The reporters were still gathered there. There was no way I would be able to pass through there without blowing my