Novel & Cerita Billionaire Let's Divorce

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

The latest headlines lined up before me one by one, as recent as they came. I ignored them all, my life carried more problems more than whatever was happening with Kim Kardashian and her sisters. I searched for the health blogs, the one for newly pregnant women. I found the page I had visited and was just about clicking on it when suddenly—- BILLIONAIRE MOGUL JASON HARPER DIVORCES HIS BARREN WIFE OVER CHEATING ALLEGATIONS. I blinked slowly, but painfully. Cheating? Wait. What? Barren?! My jaw dropped faster than my body's temperature whenever I had a fever.

She pulled his jacket from around her shoulder, then folded it once before placing it beside him. “Please,” she said gently. “Just stay away.” He told himself, ‘It’s not rejection. It’s protection,’ because that was what his heart would believe. He inclined his head. “I understand.” She searched his face, as though memorizing it. Her eyes mirrored the longing, the pull, the utter betrayal of logic. Then she turned again and disappeared down the path. Theodore remained seated until she vanished completely from his sight. He took out his phone and made a note about the divorce. He had to expand his reach. A divorce between people like Levi and Alicia Connard-Rutherford - prominent members of s

"Ha! Isn't he very wealthy? Does he still need this ten million? I really look down on him." Emily wasn't angry. She spoke calmly and rationally. "As I said, this is between the three of us. Since Sophia is here, I'll be straightforward. If anyone of you give me ten million, I'll sign the divorce papers and submit them to the government. Otherwise, none of us will have a good time." "No way," Nathan refused flatly. "I won't divorce you, and I definitely won't give money to your lover." Emily have anticipated his reaction. She nodded calmly and turned to Sophia.

Faline was stupid if she thought that she was going to get all my properties, and she was even dumb enough to sign the paperwork without reading what I actually gave her. She offered me her hand. "I guess we are no longer husband and wife anymore." "I loved playing the role of your depressing, miserable wife, and now all my hard work has paid off. I'll become a millionaire." I got up and left the office. FALINE POV A few days later, the article about my divorce from Reynard Vincenzo was finally published in the media. But the headlines made my blood boil. FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE AND CEO DIVORCES EX-WIFE AND LEAVES HER PENNILESS.

I wasn't the man I used to be, but I wasn't a beggar either. My father thought he had stripped me of everything when Rachelle took the majority stake in Santoro Global. He was wrong. A Santoro always has a "Plan B," and mine was a private equity fund in the Cayman Islands that even the International Crime Commission couldn't touch. I was still a billionaire, but now I was a ghost billionaire. A king without a public throne.

“Of course not, my dear, I just need a little bit of time to sort things out. Emily and I lived together for three years, you know that. I won’t let her suffer public criticism because of me…even if we are divorced.” Nancy loved me entirely, I knew that, but I still couldn’t let any harm come to Emily if it was caused by me. Our prenuptial agreement stated that our marriage was confidential — insisted by my side of the family — but that also meant the online rumors and accusations were groundless and completely false! I need to make amends. Dialing my assistant, I instructed John to issue a statement on my behalf. “Yup, that’s right, and please make it dead-clear that there was never any ina

“Do you know what family you were born into?” The room felt like it tilted. “What are you talking about?” He studied me carefully. “You were born into one of the most powerful families in this country.” My stomach dropped. “That’s insane.” “Is it?” he asked softly. “Your real father controls assets worth billions.” My legs felt weak. “No.” “Yes.” The word hung heavy between us. “And your husband knows.” Everything inside me froze. Sam knew? “For years,” he continued. “He’s been positioning himself.” Positioning.

“I didn't ask for your help, and like I said, you can rot in hell with your money.” I paused, before cracking the nutshell. “To admit, It was foolish of me to do things on my own accord. If you aren't dumb, you'd know I’m married to a billionaire, but I hate the attention. Money isn't my problem, and you wouldn't understand a mistake.” He took in the words, animosity echoing in my voice. “And insufficient funds,” he cocked a brow. “Mistakes don't happen like that.” “Sign the divorce papers, get rid of those things in your stomach… and leave my house.” The words repeated in my head like a mantra.

I rolled my eyes, bulging my eyes as I looked at my plate. If only he knew my net worth was far superior to his! His entire family's net worth was less than 30% of mine. "Yeah... maybe you're right. But for now, all that is going to charity. I already signed the paperwork for it, darling; there's no going back!" I said, making a mental note to sign that divorce paper as soon as possible. "Alright, sweetheart. You're a smart girl; I know you'll make good choices," he said as he placed his hand on the side of my head, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.