Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce Novels & Stories

“Matthew… you are talking about control.” “And what is wrong with that?” “What is wrong,” she said slowly, “is that you are acting as though the two of you are still operating on the same understanding.” His fingers tightened against the steering wheel. “We are still married.” “Are you?” Sophie asked quietly. Matthew did not respond. “You just told me she signed the divorce papers,” she continued. “And now you are surprised she is making independent decisions.” His grip loosened slightly, then tightened again. “That does not mean she gets to—”

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

Jayden asked, picking up the envelope with curiosity. "Divorce papers." "What? Divorce papers?" Jayden asked, staring in disbelief at Aria, who only nodded slowly. "You can sign them after you recover," Aria said before leaving. "But I will never divorce you!" Jayden's loud statement stopped Aria in her tracks. Aria's hands clenched tightly at her sides, her jaw tightening, creating sharp lines on her small face. Taking a deep breath, Aria tried to control her emotions so they wouldn't explode. She turned to look at Jayden with a calm gaze.

Then I gently pulled back and looked at Finn. "You must've gotten the lawyer's call," I said. He nodded. Then glanced toward the garden, toward Cici and Garrick. "You're here because of them?" I crossed my arms. "Since we're divorced, that's none of your business, right?" His jaw tightened. I could feel the tension in the air. It was always like this with him--tight, hot, dangerous. "Remarry me," he said suddenly. "I already kicked Madeline out." I almost laughed. "That will never happen, Finn."

Frederick’s face darkened as he listened to Yvonne’s recounting of the situation. "Bang!" He slammed the file he was holding onto the desk, his expression growing even more severe. "That ungrateful son of mine! How dare he pull something like this? How dare he lie to us!" Yvonne’s brows furrowed as well. "Exactly. Divorce is no small matter—how could he treat it so recklessly? Thankfully, we hadn’t advanced too far in our negotiations with the Thompson family. Imagine the disgrace if we found out later that he hadn’t actually divorced."

When I conceived, I had thought maybe he might have a change of heart and love me like a husband but it was nothing but void wishes. " It's over between us Liam, meet me at the civil department tomorrow, we'll get our divorce in court!" I declared fiercely, turning to leave that moment but he was quick to grab me again. " You have no right to walk out on me Val---" Slap! My cold hands met his cheeks in that moment of anger" Don't you ever touch me again Liam Anderson" I called his full name and walked away but he pulled me back roughly, attempting to give me the same blow as I shut my eyes waiting for it.

He would hold an umbrella over me in the snow, hand me warm tea when my stomach hurt, and come running to me, dropping everything else, whenever I needed him. Marco glared daggers at Arthur. "Get away! Stay the hell away from my wife!" But Arthur didn't budge. He tilted the umbrella forward a little and took a step forward as well, standing protectively in front of him. Taking his arm, I looked at Marco and said evenly, "Our divorce was finalized ages ago, Marco. Don't disturb me ever again." Marco's face paled. "Helena…" But I paid him no further attention. Turning to Arthur, I smiled. "Come on. Let's go home."

Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she slowly turned in a circle, absorbing the space around her. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in a ballroom filled with hundreds of people, smiling guests, glittering gowns, and expensive champagne. Her ex-husband had stood across from her. Victor Hale. One of the city’s most respected businessmen. After five years of a marriage of convenience together, he had handed her divorce papers. In front of everyone. Aurora exhaled slowly. The memory still felt unreal. She had signed the documents calmly, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction of watching her fall apart.

Bright. Impossible to ignore. Emily read it out loud. SCANDAL: WOMAN DIVORCES HUSBAND AND MARRIES HIS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE The room froze. Ryan stared at the screen. “…That was fast.” Daniel frowned. “The media already has the story.” Arthur Rothwell looked thoughtful. “That didn’t happen by accident.” Emily whispered, “Marcus.” Ryan nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “That definitely sounds like something an angry ex-husband would do.” Adrian looked at the headline calmly.

He feels so relieved that all he does is hug her tightly. However, his brow raises when she pushes him away from her and she looks at him indifferently. " I heard you are my husband!" She says, with a cold tone. Vincent looks at her and then Joyce who shakes her head with a disappointed sad smile. " Ye-Yes?" He nods. " Please divorce me. I am in love with someone else!"