Billionare Divorce Novels & Stories

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"

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.

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.

We just talked. We talked about everything: old memories, school days, silly jokes. We laughed until our stomachs hurt. But then her expression grew serious. "Aliyah... what happened to you? You just disappeared. I tried calling, messaging... I thought something terrible had happened." I took a deep breath. "It's a long story. But... I'm divorced now." Her eyes widened. "Divorced? From Liam Hemsworth?" I nodded. "Yes. It was... complicated. He never loved me. The marriage was a mistake from the beginning."

“Well, thank you Mr. and Mrs. Hargrave for joining us. That concludes our segment. We wish you the best.” As the lights dimmed and the cameras stopped rolling, we walked off the set, and I noticed Jessica Hargrave speaking rapidly into her phone, with a tensed faced. At that moment the realization hit me than ever before. I wasn't just married to a billionaire. I was married to a brand, and this brand would soon bleed me to death. Once we got to his sports car, I pulled away from him. "You didn’t defend me," I said, barely above a whisper.

To watch me cling even harder to my gentle husband. But this time, I stayed silent. My silence was starting to get under his skin. "Say something! Cat got your tongue? Or are you actually stepping aside? Perfect -- Vivian's way more fun than you'll ever be..." "Are you done?" I cut him off. He froze. This time, I didn't reach into my bag for our marriage certificate. Instead, I pulled out my phone and forwarded him the divorce papers my lawyer had sent me. "Ethan." I looked him in the eye.

Sabrina added, "Yes, Mother, leave it. This isn't yours to worry about." Seeing the three of them, father and children, all of one mind, Margaret gave in. "Fine, fine. I won't say another word." She glared at Victoria once more and turned her face away. Attorney Crawford, who had been sorting the papers, now stepped forward. "Mr. Hale, the divorce agreement is ready. Please review it, and if everything is in order, sign below. From today, Mr. Peter Winters will be obliged to repay your debt of four hundred and twenty thousand crowns. I will notify the court and have the summons delivered to him. As for Miss Winters, I have investigated thoroughly and found no debts. And because of the prenup

Upon learning about the divorce, the old man had nearly threatened his foolish grandson with disownment! The guy had a head like a solid wooden block! Zero hustle! What was the use of billions if there was no wife beside him? Watching how Arman performed on the first day of the show, the old man was stress-eating two boxes of cereal at a time—these news updates were practically planting seeds of anxiety right into him! Lately, the old man genuinely wondered how Arman had managed to propel "Storm" to the top position in the industry—it was simply against the laws of physics!

Over the last three years alone, his net worth had skyrocketed to five billion dollars, meaning that even ten percent of that fortune would allow me and my child to live comfortably for the rest of our days. I planned to wait until the divorce was finalized before breaking the news to my parents. With that thought, I dragged my suitcase over to Aronespire's largest five-star hotel to check in, intentionally swiping Laurent's credit card to cover the luxury suite. I was about to become a wealthy divorcée, and money was my least concern. It was only then that Laurent finally called me, likely having just arrived home to find the divorce agreement. "What games are you playing this time?" His vo

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