Billion-dollar Breakup: The Wife Wants Out Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Get out, Sebastian. Eat your dinner alone. I don't want to see your face right now." Sebastian's eyes flashed with anger, but he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Abigail standing alone, tears streaming down her face. The door closed behind him, and she collapsed onto the bed, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She had gotten married to a man who didn't care about her.

"Don't start with the 'legacy' speech again. It’s the twenty-first century, not the Middle Ages. I don't need a wife to sign a contract." "Then you don't need the chair," George shot back, his eyes narrowing. "Get serious with your life, Dominic. You have billions in the bank, but your personal life is a vacuum. Find a woman who matches your stature, or I’ll find one for you. Or perhaps I'll just leave the keys to Silas and watch him burn it all down for the insurance money." Dominic stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the hardwood floor. The heat in his chest wasn't just anger anymore, it was the lingering sting of the girl’s words from the coffee shop. If I wanted a rich man’s att

Her father's wife shudders. " Try me. Each and every day, I live with those memories. Where I have done worse than I am saying.. Just try me, I will show you the hell." She says with her face darkening. She isn't playing with those mental games. She doesn't care where everything will end but surely she will destroy each of them. " We will leave. But - Your husband promised us to give two hundred thousand dollars. So?" Mr Downey rubs his hand. " You said you would give them money?" She asks.

“Two billion dollars.” Her brain stuttered. “Two billion.” “It protects both of us. Ensures we keep this professional. Business only.” Two billion dollars. An impossible sum. A sum that would destroy her but barely dent his fortune. “That’s not equal,” she said. “I could never pay that.” “Then don’t breach the contract.” His voice was calm. “Neither of us will. That’s the point.” She should walk away. Should tell him this was insane, that penalty clauses on feelings were dystopian and controlling and wrong.

“But did he actually agree to it?” “What choice did he have? He has a soft heart.” Sienna took a sip of red wine. “But look how it ended. They hadn’t even been married that long before she started pushing for a divorce. She walked away with half of his fortune, then turned around and hooked up with one of his friends.” “What?” Her friend clicked her tongue in disbelief. “No way.” “One marriage, and she suddenly walks away worth sixteen billion. Honestly, people with no shame really do have no limits.”

Sam's POV A beep broke the silence just before six. The screen flashed with news at an hour most people sleep. Awake again, perched near the window in the living area, fingers curled around a mug of tea turned chilly. Rest doesn’t visit much these days, not after the stabbing. Each dim corner now carries weight, each silence hums with something waiting just out of sight. That headline on my tablet hit hard, right in the gut. “Billionaire’s One-Year Marriage Deal Exposed: Sterling Wife Set to Cash Out and Leave”

Payable in 30 days. The Hayes family didn't have $8.2 million. They didn't even have $82 thousand. Her father was completely bankrupt. Their last house was collateral for that loan. If Alina divorced now, her family would lose everything. "You wouldn't..." Alina whispered with a trembling voice. "I wouldn't what?" Daniel cut in coldly. "Enforce a contract you yourself signed? A contract that's legal and binding? Why not?" "Daniel, please—"

“Consequences, Brielle. You knew the terms, hence jail time and full restitution. I'm getting every penny back.” I never thought my reckless words would become my reality. 'Jail time for breach of contract' – it sounded like a laughable, over-the-top threat to placate Mom. But now, Andrei's wielding it like a sword. Billionaire problems: when entitlement meets Insanity. That's what I'm dealing with right now. “What penny are you talking about?” “The compensation I provided for your consent to our marital contract.” “I became your wife without taking a dime. Recognize that.”

I decided to keep this information to myself because I knew if I told my wife, knowing the pain my family caused her, God knows she might even contemplate divorcing me. I arranged myself in my office and put on a fake smile before leaving. I made a mental note to not inform my wife of the news yet until I had enough proof and also had a meeting with my estranged family. (Alexandria’s p.o.v) it's been almost three days since I last saw my wife. I know she's been avoiding me, and I know this because I saw her peeking through the curtains of our living room windows when I was leaving for my early morning jog.

ASHER. I sat on the couch, nursing my glass of wine, the liquid burning my throat as I swallowed hard. Life was useless. Super useless. I lost everything, everything and more. I don't know how this happened. I don't know how I ended up with a fake agreement and now, the news about me and Cassie was all over the internet. That was super scandalous. Our investors pulled out and the company is currently at the verge of going bankrupt because of my carelessness.