Billionaire Let's Divorce Novels & Stories

"Sebastian, no. No, please—" "I want a divorce, Vanessa!" His words shattered me into a million pieces. "In a few days, my company is signing a deal that's worth 2.3 billion dollars," he continued, his voice cold and businesslike, as though he were in a board meeting instead of destroying his wife. "I'll be on every major news channel, every business magazine, and every social media platform in the world. I'm going to be one of the richest men in the world, Vanessa." He paused, his eyes boring into mine. "And I can't have you anywhere near me."

Chapter 182 Elowen Headlines. Dozens of them. All from two days ago. BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND ANNOUNCES DIVORCE: "WE'VE DECIDED TO GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS" REMORSEFUL BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND ISSUES APOLOGY TO WIFE AFTER PREVIOUS VIDEO BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND ADRAIN, ADDRESSES DIVORCE: "I WAS HURT AND LASHED OUT"

“This is about a divorce.” Attorney Salvador’s eyes widened slightly, as they always did whenever she was surprised. “I can try to counsel your husband. Affairs and scandals are nothing new amongst the rich and famous. A divorce is in nobody’s interest, especially yours---" Olivia cut in. “I’m divorcing Sebastian, not the other way around.” She clarified. The brilliant attorney Salvador stared at Olivia for several seconds, confused. “You’re divorcing Mr Gilbert?” She repeated. Olivia affirmed with a nod of her head. “Mrs Gilbert, you are married to a billionaire. Divorcing your husband would be a tedious, complicated process---"

“Are you crazy? You are actually giving up asking him for alimony? He's a billionaire; you could get a hundred million in alimony!” I chuckled bitterly. “It doesn't matter. I just want to divorce him as soon as possible. I am a millionaire on my own. I don't need him to raise my value.” Nancy shook her head. “But still, a hundred million…” She looked so pained that I almost chuckled. I shrugged. “Let him keep his money. We're bigger than that anyway. I just want to move on with my life.” “Awwn, girl. I totally get it.” Nancy reached out and squeezed my hand. “I'm here for you, no matter what.”

"Please just don't divorce me. Let me be with you. I promise I will make it right." "Please don't twist the truth Christian Evercast. You are a man who practically forced me to marry you. You are just like a self-obsessed billionaire, who can't take no for an answer." "I- I am a self-obsessed billionaire. Yeah?" He laughed. It sounded bitter even to himself. "Let's get a divorce. I don't know who you are anymore. And all this I can't trust you anymore."

Then, the lawyer said something that made my entire body go rigid. “According to the contract Sophia signed, if either of them wanted to end the marriage before twenty years, the one initiating the divorce would have to pay the other party $10 billion.” A cold wave crashed over me. Ten. Billion. Dollars. “What? That is ridiculous!” Caleb shouted. The call ended, and I could feel the anger radiating from him as he turned to me. “Victor is demanding ten billion dollars to sign the divorce papers.” I felt my blood boil. My hands curled into fists.

“Mom, what really happened? Didn’t you say you get annoyed just from his presence?” Claire cried. “But he’s rich! He’s become super rich all of a sudden! City Salon, Thousand Miles Conglomerate, Belle Blossom, they’re all his businesses! All of these companies are like geese that lay golden eggs! They could easily earn up to 100 billion… If I didn’t force you to divorce him, you would’ve become the richest woman in California in no time! You could’ve been the richest woman in the whole country! How rich is that? Why didn’t I just endure it? I’m really regretting this…”

he says. “Thank you.” “So, you got divorced then?” he asks, drowning more of his liquor. “Uhm…” I lick my lips. “Yeah, I did. That’s why I left Chicago.” I don't know if the lie is worth it, but I sure don’t know how to say that I tried to divorce my billionaire husband but couldn’t — because he's powerful, connected, and makes it feel like the world spins at his will. “I’m so sorry about your divorce,” Lionel says. “At least I’m here. I can help you,” he adds, like I’m a patient and he’s the doctor ready to patch me up. It wants to sound funny but it doesn't. Not in this situation I'm in.

At this moment, Bruce’s life meant more to her than anything else. And so, under Aileen’s pressure, Sharon reluctantly signed the divorce agreement. Now, she didn’t even have a chance to see Bruce, and she had to move out of their home overnight. The pouring rain continued as Sharon walked with heavy steps. She had just gotten off public transportation and swayed her way to the small house where she and Bruce had signed the contract. Everything Aileen said was true. Sharon could only bring suffering to Bruce. He used to be wealthy, living a luxurious life. But for Sharon, Bruce was willing to give up everything and lead a simple life.

As I hugged her tight to me, feeling her little arms wound around my neck; for the umpteenth time, I was glad that I decided to keep the pregnancy. The news of my pregnancy had, innitially, left me devastated. Normally, I would not have hesitated to run to Aiden and excitedly tell him that we were going to have a child together but then, I had just broke up with him. And with the discovery that caused our breakup, he probably was not ready to get tied down fathering a child.