Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce Mga Nobela at Kwento

He stepped right up to me, trying to look brave despite the rain dripping down his nose. "End it, Darien," Arthur said bluntly. His voice was shaking, but he looked me straight in the eye. "I want you to back off the wedding. I want you to dissolve those contract papers you signed this morning and walk away from my daughter. Name your price. Tell me what you want, what you expect from my estate, anything. I will give you whatever amount of money it takes to get you out of her life permanently." I let out a low, bitter scoff, my jaw clenching hard.

“Getting married. Living a happy life after they threw me away to die. I always thought they might one day regret what they did. That they were reflecting on their actions. But no.” Her jaw tightened. “So I decided to get back on my feet.” “That’s perfect,” Marcus said. Marcus pulled out his phone. “I also want to see what that cruel man had to say.” He scrolled for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked up at her. “You won’t believe what he said.” Maya’s heart clenched. “What?” “When he was asked about his ex-wife, he posted on I*******m that you had a lover. That you willingly signed the divorce papers and that the child you were carrying belonged to that lover.”

I said in a mocking tone while a small smirk played on my lips. "Seriously," I said with a chuckle, "I always want the best for my son, Davina... Olivia was not good to Arthur... she doesn't deserve him nor do you!" She said, "I had to support her... everything I did back then...was in order to remove her from his life..." she continued while leaning back, "... to get rid of her... I had to convince you to divorce him... I had to remove you from Allen's life and get her with him.." A smirk played on her lips and the proud look on her face was making me angrier.

"Arthur, I finally found you. Why did you block me and leave Brookhaven without a word? You scared me to death." My mother stretched out her hand and blocked her from reaching me, her face cold. "You are already getting divorced. What are you doing here looking for my son?" Ines denied it at once. "No. I never signed that divorce agreement. Arthur is still my husband." My mother immediately turned to me. "Arthur, is that true? You two are not divorced yet?" I directly pulled my mother inside and shut Ines outside. She pounded on the door loudly. "Arthur, open the door! I still have things to say to you!

"Their father isn't in the picture anymore if you're wondering" Cautiously, I asked. "Is he dead?" Roxi let out a hearty laughter killing the thick tension in the air. "That bustard is alive and well, alright. He's just too much of an asshole that I ran away with the kids and raised them up myself" "Well, you did a very good job with them" I admit. "I was literally a mess after my first divorce. Until Jonathan" "Did you.." Her voice trailed off. "Have kids with him?"

Like it had already been decided somewhere I hadn’t been invited to sit in on. Mrs. Devonte went pale as ash. “Over my dead body.” “It’s already decided, Irish.” Arthur’s voice stayed calm, the calm of a man who’d made up his mind long before he walked into the room. “The press already has the story. Marriage fixes it. Divorce or scandal doesn’t fix anything.” “He already told me he has feelings for her.” Arthur said the line carefully, like he was reciting something rehearsed instead of reporting something true, and that carefulness should have made me suspicious right then.

Slowly, he turned back, and I saw surprise flash across his face before it twisted into irritation. “And how does that concern you?” he asked coldly. Then he stepped closer, like he wanted to intimidate me into silence. “Why? What do you want now?” I closed my laptop slowly and stood up, meeting his eyes without flinching. “We’re still legally married,” I said flatly. “So you’re not bringing your whore here, you’re not to be seen with her publicly, and you’re not going to humiliate me in front of your father and my friends before this divorce is done.”

He pulled her closer and said coldly, “I’ll make Sarah release another public statement. If she refuses, then our divorce agreement means nothing. I won’t let you and our child suffer anymore.” In Arthur’s mind, Sarah and Chloe Bishop had deliberately turned high society against him and Yvonne. He had already lost his marriage and even given up custody of Maddy to protect his reputation. If people still called him a cheating scumbag and labeled Yvonne a mistress, then everything he sacrificed had been meaningless. The more he remembered how cold and ruthless Sarah had been during the divorce, the more resentment burned inside him. A Whisper and a Sting Meanwhile, on the other side of the bal

On the morning Serena Voss discovered she had won the most prestigious architectural contract of her career, she drove home to share the news with her husband. She found him in bed with her cousin instead. He handed her divorce papers before she could speak. That same night, broken and stripped of everything, she drove straight to her mother's door and learned the betrayal in that bedroom wasn't the only thing the Voss family had taken from her. They had taken her father, too. So Serena stopped asking people to believe her. She stopped waiting for justice to arrive on its own. She stopped leaving doors open for people who had burned down everything she built. She disappeare

Arthur said. “As far as I can remember, my father is even richer than your father Arthur, if that bitch didn’t kick me out of my own house, maybe you wouldn’t show off another woman as your wife to me, besides you have to remember one thing, I am still your legal wife, the divorce papers you mentioned never existed, I never signed anything, and you know what the risk is if your wife finds out who I am,” “Don’t you dare bring my wife into this problem, I know you only want me back to you Sarah, but open your eyes, no man would want you, a convict,” Arthur said.