Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce Novels & Stories

At this moment, Brittany said calmly, “Then we have a deal, Claire Assex. They shall file a divorce tomorrow.” Claire replied, “Alright, so be it! Alex Rockefeller, do you really think you’re still the all mighty Rockefeller from ten months ago? Don’t you ever forget that you are just an abandoned child that has been kicked out of the Rockefellers. It’s a blessing for you to not starve! After the divorce, I will give Dorothy’s hand in marriage to the real heir of Rockefeller Group, Spark Rockefeller. He had come to ask for my blessing ages ago!” Brittany huffed. “Spark Rockefeller? It won’t be long till his downfall. Claire Assex, I’m telling you right here now. You may look down on us two t

Stacey asked her to give Arthur a million dollars in return for her signing the divorce papers. Victoria stepped towards Arthur and smugly stretched her hand to him., While looking away. "Here, trash, take this! You should be thankful we're paying you, for living in our house and enjoying all this luxury." Faintly smiling, Arthur calmly replied, as he walked out,Ummm….it's too little. Keep it, you might need it someday, Roth family, Duhamel family." Arthur glanced at Stacey as she was timidly coming down the stairs, carrying the divorce papers, staring at him as he walked out.

he replied, sounding relieved that I wasn't begging him to stay. ​I thought about all the nights I spent waiting for him, and all the times I sat through dinners where he barely looked at me because I was just a placeholder for Samantha, and I realized that I didn't want his pity or his house, so I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I want three billion dollars, Arthur, and I want it transferred to my account as soon as the divorce is finalized." ​The silence that followed was so thick I could hear the clock ticking again, and Arthur’s face went from relief to pure shock, his mouth hanging open slightly before he let out a harsh, dry laugh that didn't reach his eyes.

"I'll go and get you the medicine." Arthur sighed. Griffith was having gastric because he had skipped lunch. It would be impossible for him to take a single bite out of the leftovers. His expression darkened as he recalled the messages Charlotte had sent and mocked her inwardly. He thought she was tough, but she ended up asking him for help in times of trouble. Arthur returned to the office with Griffith's gastric medicine. Griffith was resting with his eyes closed. He furrowed his brow and asked Arthur, "Does it seem like her act of demanding a divorce is more convincing this time?"

“Do you know how many calls Charlotte made to you at the time? How I begged all of you? “Everyone was trying to reach you, but you refused to come back to help Arthur! Do you know how alone he was in that courtroom? “And now, everything’s fine for you. Arthur is dead, and you’re satisfied, aren’t you? “I have no daughter-in-law like you, no grandson like you! Leave this house now! Get out!” “Divorce then. I’m serious. I don’t see the point in staying together anymore… You are the ones who killed Dad—I cannot live a lifetime with murderers,” Dad said solemnly. With that, he shoved Mom, Ethan, and Sophia out the door. Sophia, feigning innocence, spoke up. “Mom, Ethan, don’t be so angry. Why do

“Let’s get you back to bed, shall we?” ~•~ “I’m sorry,” Gabriella, holding Ivory’s hand while she laid in bed, began. “I know that child can be impulsive at times, but please, bare with him.” “As for the divorce, I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to him and have him retract it and-“ “Grandmother,” Ivory interrupted softly, smiling and feeling touched over Gabriella decision, but unfortunately, this was the road she wanted to follow. “The divorce was my decision. I asked for it.”

About whether I have found a way to bring her back into the fold. "You need to apologize," Vivienne says, her voice sharp and commanding. "You need to make her understand that the affair was a mistake. You need to get her to come back to you." "Mother, she is married to someone else. She is not coming back." "Then make her divorce him. You are a Thornwell. You do not give up. You fight."

even if he was cold. Now, I glanced at his handsome face, then looked down. The old excitement and joy were gone. I watched his steady, tall back as he walked away. I didn't know when he returned. But since he was back, the divorce should happen soon, right? I had made up my mind. I didn't dwell on him anymore. I returned to my desk. I immediately started working. Half an hour later, Herbert called. "Make two coffees. Bring them to Archer's office."

The question hung in the freezing sea air between us—heavy, ancient, and filled with twenty-two years of lost time. "Yes," I said without hesitation. "I would tear up every divorce draft. I would burn every court order. I would spend every day learning how to be a husband instead of a tyrant." I paused, looking past her toward the warm light coming from the living room windows, where Noah and Elias were moving through the illuminated frame of the glass. "But I don't want to go back anymore, Serena," I added softly. Serena’s dark eyebrows rose slightly in quiet surprise. "Why?"

The bills scattered in front of Arthur's face and slowly fell to the ground. This was the first time in his life that someone was throwing money in his face. He became angry out of humiliation. After wiping his face, he said in disdain, "Do you think you're great now that you've been on television twice and created some art? "I hate people like you the most who go back on their word and bother others. You delayed the divorce for so long and only did it after six months.