Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce Novels & Stories

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!

, Arthur replied to picked up his cup again to take a sip, " A lot to learn?", Victor chuckled softly, " I've learned a lot, I did everything you asked of me, I even got married so I can gain your approval", " And where's your wife now?", " We.. we're divorced", he hated where the conversation was heading, " you know what she did and that's why I have to divorce her", " Is that what you'll do to the company when it doesn't go the way you want? Ditch it?", " No! I'd never, these are two different things, and Dad, I really need this",

He looked restless indeed. "My daughter," Rudolph stood and walked to her, he attempted to hug her but Flora motioned for him not to try it. "How dare you make an attempt to hug me? Who did you think you are? I hate you with passion,' Flora said and sat on the couch that was facing the couch he had just stood from. Rudolph went to sit on the couch he had just stood from and picked up the divorce papers beside him. "Here is the divorce papers, Juanita's signature is there and if you search around, you won't find them. You could even go to their rooms, you won't find anyone there," Rudolph said.

The commotion was happening outside his door. I went there and opened the door. Ethen was there wrestling with Nick who wanted to come into the room. “What is going on here?” they stopped and looked at me. “Go back inside Olivia.” Ethan said with a stern voice. “No, she is not going anywhere. I got the results; Olivia and I have questions.” I looked at him, pain, anger and frustration covered his face. “I have nothing to say to you. You saw the results and we are divorced, I never asked for anything on the divorce, so please. Move on and let me and my son live our lives in peace.”

“I don’t have a way back, Thor. There’s only darkness.” “Then light a damn candle!” Thor snapped, his voice shaking with emotion. “You don’t get to give up. Not on yourself. Not on the people you hurt. Do you want Zoe to look at you and see a weak man who quits? Or do you want her to see someone who owned up to his mistakes and tried anyway?” Arthur broke, crying silently, shoulders trembling. “I’m giving her the divorce. I’m giving her the freedom to rebuild her life. She deserves a clean love. Not the wreckage I offered.”

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.

The frustration tips over into something uglier. "An engagement I never agreed to." His hand drags through his hair. "Things were happening that you wouldn't even begin to understand. I told you to be patient. I told you to let me sort it out. But you didn't listen, did you? You had to make it about you. About what you want." His voice rises fully now, and he lets it. "Did it ever occur to you that I might need your support to get through what I was dealing with? I just got out of a divorce, Selene. I lost my inheritance. A sacrifice I made for you, for us, and you stand there acting like you're the only one who's been carrying something." He moves to stand by the bookshelf, putting distance

“I’m done with this pathetic excuse for a marriage. I’m done accommodating your useless self and looking at your ugly face! I wish you had died in that accident instead of her.” He stormed out. I followed, pushing my wheelchair frantically as he descended to the living room. “I’m sorry, Victor! I’ll get a larger portrait, I promise! Please don't chase me out—I have nowhere to go, especially now that I’m…” I stopped. The living room was vibrant, plastered with banners that read: Welcome Back, Alina and Happy Birthday, Alina. To my shock, the room was filled with people. “I have nothing to do with you anymore,” Victor declared. “Alina is back.”

“And she didn’t ask for this.” Arthur studied me for a moment. “You’re protective.” “I was her husband, she was my wife,” I said flatly. “Or did you forget that part of the story?” His gaze sharpened. “Wife... Ex-husband.” “Father of her child,” I countered. “Still very present.” Silence stretched. I pressed harder. “What do you really want from her, Arthur?” His smile returned; polished, evasive. “To know my daughter.” “That’s not an answer.”