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?"

“My father blackmailed me to disown me and throw me out of the house. My mom was sick at the time and I did not want to lose her,” Emily had fresh tears flowing through her cheeks. Her heart went out for him as much as he had hurt her by hiding his secret. “I am sorry. I really am sorry. Please forgive me for ruining your life,” he said. “No, Arthur. You did not ruin it. It was beautiful. I really loved being your wife. But it is time that we get divorced. You love Ethan. He is a wonderful man. You should be with him. I will continue to love you, Arthur. Don’t worry we can find a solution to whatever you decide to do about work later. I will always support you.”

“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

Patricia took a deep, shaky breath to steady herself before uttering those confident words. ​ “Divorce? No, Pat, I won’t do it. I will never divorce you.” ​ “Oh, is that so? That’s quite a problem.” Arthur cut in, his eyes flashing with a sharp glare as he drew Patricia into a firm, possessive hold.“If you don’t divorce her, how can Patricia marry me?” ​ “Marry you? Pat, you’re going to marry Ann’s husband?” Aston asked, his face pale with shock. ​ Patricia smiled, not at all startled by his angry tone. She even hugged Arthur back.

Noah promised. Lydia felt a warm tear finally slip down her cheek. "Thank you, Noah.” *** Adrian sat in a high-backed leather chair in his father's study, the scent of old money and expensive tobacco filling the room. Across from him stood Arthur Wolfe, a man whose shadow was even longer and colder than Adrian's, and his mother, Eleanor, who sat poised on a velvet settee, her expression a mask of aristocratic disappointment. "You did what?" Arthur's voice didn't rise, but it vibrated with a lethal edge. He slammed a heavy glass paperweight onto his desk. "You handed her divorce papers?"

“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."