Divorce A Billionaire To Marry Him Novels & Stories

He talks a lot but his good looks make you forget about that in a minute. He smiled back. "So, gentlemen, let's get to the order of the day," Nathan's lawyer took over from Francis. "Thank you, Francis. We have some terms here for the divorce. If I may, can I proceed?" "Yes," Francis and I chorused. "Good. Firstly, Mr. Lancaster wants to pay you a total of five hundred thousand dollars as a settlement for the divorce," "I don't want his money," I replied firmly. I don't have any interest in Nathan's money. I didn't ask for a divorce to get some part of his money, I needed the divorce for my freedom.

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top.

Well, good riddance because damn! There was no way her and her husband dearest were going to escape what I had for them. She had some nerve. Coming into my home, almost ruining things for Scarlett and I, all for a few millions, while she was still married to the fucker I made swear I would never set my eyes on him again. Yeah, they asked for every bit of what I was going to serve to them on a gold dish. With these, I couldn't help but wonder what then was in the second envelope, the brown one.

I drew back, "Isn't this what you've always wanted me to give you?" He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f*e is even embarrassing."

Look where it got me at the end of the day. I was face flat on the bed, crying and staining my entire white and gold sheets with makeup. That was how it happened. I had filed for divorce not too long after that day, and two months later, we went our separate ways. With the nonchalant attitude back at the event center, I thought he cared little to avoid our marriage. I was surprised when he was reluctant to sign the papers and if my bodyguards didn't hold me back, I was ready to throw hands at that man.

Millie flipped through the papers curiously, only to be surprised when she saw the division of assets. He had listed out the apartment in the city, the villa in the upscale neighborhood, the shop in a thriving business area, the two companies currently making a profit, and what Millie presumed was the formal title of an office building. In addition to those, he had also agreed to give her a billion dollars. Millie rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't reading things wrong, still shocked by his generosity. Her marriage to him was contractual at best; she had expected to leave the marriage without alimony or compensation, not as a billionaire.

“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.”

If only he hadn’t promised her that he would not disturb her again, he would have gone to ask her for more money. Going back on his former decision, he picked up his bottle of booze and took another large chug of it, then got up and turned on his small television, so that he could at least, have some sound in the room. He didn’t even bother watching it, but he soon heard a name that made his head jerk up. It was Tracy’s name, and the news that he was hearing shocked him more than he had thought that he could be shocked. Apparently, the guy whom she was getting married to – the same guy whom she had said was not rich, was a freaking billionaire.

“Ah, but let me see, I recognize your face. You’re that rich cunt aren’t you that was married to the billionaire hotel man, Xander Staniopolis. You will be worth more to me than the cash in your purse.” “It’s not like that, he and I are divorced now.” His grip is so tight around my arm that it feels as if he is digging into the bone now as he drags me down an alley. It stinks, there are nothing but large garbage bins lined on either side, old cardboard boxes lay strewn around. It makes me shudder. “You would have had a pay out from the divorce, a settlement. You can’t fool me.” He uses his other hand and whips out his mobile from his jean pocket. It looks like he is scrolling and taking a p

“Do you have any idea how I've been living the past three years?” “Other than lavish, how else?” Her eyes widened. “I know about the hundreds of thousands that get wired into your account every month. What could be better than that? Or have you saved up enough for a lifetime that you suddenly want to leave?” “It's not sudden. I've thought about it. Aldwin will never love me. He never has.” “Did you just come to your senses? What were you thinking when you agreed to marry a stranger? Before you signed those papers, did he in any way show you he loved you? Or were you just carried away by the famous billionaire and agreed without thinking?”