Novel & Cerita Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce

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.

A cruel smile kissed on the corner of Addison's lips. "No, Addie, I don't want her anywhere near our child. I don't trust her. She played tricks to get married to me. I can't repeat the same mistake again." Arthur quickly turned her offer down and left me with only one choice. Divorce him. "Okay, I'll do it if it makes you happy, Arth." I wiped my tears. I would only be making a joke of myself if I kept begging him for anything. This man was a coward whom I loved since the moment I saw him walking into my father's office.

He looked at Arthur’s signature—the bold, arrogant strokes of a man who thought he owned the world. "Still married?" Phineas asked. "Yes! In the eyes of the Moon, you're mine!" Phineas’s hands moved slowly. Rip. The sound was sharp in the silent cave. He tore the papers in half. Then quarters. Then eighths. He didn't stop until the divorce decree was nothing but a handful of white confetti. He opened his palm and let the scraps drift down, landing in Arthur’s matted hair and on his shoulders like a mockery of winter.

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

I hated that. I had been so relieved when she got married and had to relocate to Texas with her husband, and I'd secretly nursed my dreams of taking over the Montclair Empire after my father, but that seemed almost impossible now that she was back. My father never failed to commend her on one thing or the other that she did at home or the office, and I wish they knew just how much that pissed me off and left me irritated. The spotlight which had always been on me since her marriage to Bruce had faded away from me and begun shining on her once more, and it irked me.

"I’ll marry you. But don’t expect anything more from me, Aria. This is a marriage in name only. I will never love you!” She flinched at my words but in the end, she accepted my terms without complaints. “I understand, Richard. You don’t have to feel the same way before our wedding.” “Are you really crazy? You still have a chance to back out!” I shouted at her. “Who says I want to back out?” she responded with a question, and at that moment, I realized that Aria was the most infuriating woman I had the misfortune to meet. When I glanced at my father, I hoped he would realize that Aria was not the best choice for me, but it seemed he was satisfied with Aria’s reasoning.

“You wouldn’t.” “Try me.” Arthur says, his voice low but sharp. “You think this scandal is bad? Imagine what’ll happen when the world knows the truth about our divorce. How you were the one at fault. How you destroyed our marriage. The fame you cherish so much? It’ll come back to bite you, Millicent.” He calls her name clearly to show that there is nothing special between them anymore. To hell with Millie. Millicent stares at him, her eyes heated up and yet wary, the tension between them thickening as no one is saying anything.

"Whenever what you said about not knowing a lot of people is almost true… but there's one and only place I'm sure Dylan is." "Where?" Archie turned and looked at him. Arthur sighed. "First of all... can you explain to me what led my only daughter to run away from you?" Arthur confronted him with his eyes. Archie sighed and then sat back down. "The truth is that I'm getting married again... that was decided the moment Dylan was here... so I couldn't tell her. As soon as Dylan came back she received the same information in a not very correct way and she got angry on me... she locked herself we didn't talk that night. The next day I also tried to talk to Dylan, but she kept ignoring me and that

“If he won’t accept it, and he can’t see me… what am I supposed to do? How do I break something that already should’ve broken?” “There’s one way,” Arthur said. I stilled. “What?” “Divorce.” The word echoed in the space between us like a crack of thunder. A bitter laugh escaped my mouth. “Divorce? Are you serious?” I turned toward him, eyes stinging. “How is a dead person supposed to file for divorce? Am I supposed to march into his office, slide the paper across his desk and ask nicely? He can’t see me, Arthur. No one can. Only you.”