Billionaire Let's Divorce Novels & Stories

Damson’s face darkened, anger fl‍ashing in hi‍s eyes. Bella smirked,‍ tilting her head. “How much is that, anyway?” she said casually. “I’ll refund it.” Dam‍son smirked at her words. Maya felt a flicker of confusion,‍ but then she read wha‍t he typed f‍or her. Her chest tightened. If you don’t want to leave, then file for a divorce‍ and go. The money you paid will be returned to you.

He was being completely honest about his ruthlessness. "What are the terms?" I asked, looking down at the tablet again. "One year," Alexander replied. "We live in the same house. We attend public events together as a happily married couple to keep the press happy. Behind closed doors, we mind our own business. No romance, no expectations. After twelve months, we quietly divorce, and I settle a hundred million dollars into your personal account. You'll never have to look at your father or Julian ever again." I stared at the document. My thumb hovered over the digital signature box. Just a few hours ago, I was crying on a bench, thinking my life was over. Now, the biggest billionaire in the ci

I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries I was happy I left New York, happy I took that bold step to become who I am today, happy I could give my lovely kids a good life plus the love of a mother and father as well, they never asked about their father and I take that as a clue that I'm doing well in feeling two gaps at a time after all there father don't even care if they exist I heard Nicklaus Michaelson is now confined to a wheelchair, what a wor

Not only did I get what I was entitled to, but I also received half of all his assets under his name. Staring at the figures in the contract, I was stunned. I never imagined Hector had accumulated so much wealth. I never expected he would give me so much. A large portion of it, I knew, was something Hector could have easily avoided giving me, thanks to his resources and influence. In the end, after two months of intense public drama triggered by a reality show, the divorce was finally settled. The story’s conclusion was simple: I had transformed into a single, billionaire woman. …

I yelled as angry tears left my eyes. Nate bowed his head momentarily as he walked away from me. “This news must never leave this room. Hate me all you want but what is done is done and I can never grant you divorce. You will no longer be allowed access to the penthouse, it has been sold. Your things will be brought to you tomorrow. We are husband and wife, Vivian, till death do us fucking part.” he said and left the room closing the door behind him while I slipped down to my knees and wept till I passed out.

I lock my eyes with his and I stare into his cold heartless soul as I respond, “Not anymore, Malachi Finn.” I see light confusion cloud Malachi’s face but I continue regardless, “I’ve filed for a divorce.” “You don’t care about me. You don’t have any regard for our marriage. I was foolish to ever think my love could change you, so I'll be speaking to you however I want from now on. You can leave.”

he begins, glancing over some notes in front of him, “I see you don’t have any children. That will simplify things—no custody battles to worry about. And what about finances? Are you seeking any kind of settlement? Alimony, assets, property?” I shake my head, resolute. “No, I don’t want anything from him. I want this to be as clean and simple as possible. We don’t have any kids, and I don’t need his money.” Mr. Benson raises an eyebrow at that. He’s clearly used to clients demanding more, especially when the person they’re divorcing is as wealthy as Knoxx. “Are you sure? I’ve handled cases like this before. Given your husband’s financial standing, I could easily fight for you to get a signif

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

He rubbed his temples, wondering if he'd said those cruel things just to lash out. His gut screamed not to divorce her, even though he knew he didn’t love her anymore. The settlement wasn't a concern; he’s a billionaire, with wealth from his company and inheritance. Even splitting it, he would still remain a billionaire. Signing would free him from the guilt of cheating on her every day, and he would finally be free to fuck anyone he wanted without any consequences. He could even bring those women to his house instead of hotels. Gloria had said she would take Annabel with her, leaving him free as a bird.

"You will." It was a splendid afternoon, and I would never forget my brother's excitement at the thought that he'd bake to his heart's content. But of course, like all good things, it couldn't last forever. Because later that day, I saw an article that said that the billionaire Theodore Linden-Hawthorne was going to get a divorce. And that his current partner was his old fiancée, Carmella Westenberg.