Novel & Cerita Divorce A Billionaire To Marry Him

It couldn't be just any girl. He had to be able to bribe whoever was with him, especially if they were going to spend time together. The lawyer told him that they could meet at one of Stefano's favorite coffee shops in ten minutes. After some time, both were at the cafeteria table. "So what you want is to draw up a marriage contract in which it is specified that after that time you both will not see each other again, right?" "That's right" answered the man with the last name Mancini.

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

“Everything will look real for the world, exchange our vows and sign necessary documents but it remains fake to us. It is just a marriage of convenience.” “Hmm,” Victor rubbed his temples. “Why will a billionaire like you engage in such a thing? Your money can get you any woman you desire.” Willow leaned forward. “Since you asked, I should give you a reply. I am engaging in such a thing because I have a huge deal to sign. I would lose it if I did not prove to them that I have a lover, or wife, to show that the rumor about me being gay is false. And yes, my money can get any woman and it has gotten you.”

“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.

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

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.

She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets. On the day the divorce was finalized, Sarah walked out of the courtroom holding Shenina’s hand. Ronan stood on the steps, glaring at her with pure hatred. “You think this is victory?” he spat. “That little settlement won’t last. And your stupid fashion dream? You’ll be broke within six months. Then you’ll come crawling back, begging me to take you in again. Remember my words, Sarah. Without the Vexler name, you are worthless.” Sarah looked at him one last time. “Goodbye, Ronan.”

Refusing to answer any of her questions, I shot back. “What about you? Who did you seduce, Nancy?” Two could play that game. But this only enraged Nancy. Good! I’m sick of playing Mrs. Nice Lady all the time. “Me!” She shrilled. “I’m not poor like you, Emily. Never have been, never will be. Plus, I’m going to marry Fred. We both know he’s the wealthiest man in this city. Soon, very very soon, I’m going to own everything!” Nancy spat, now in a complete rage.

The smile slowly faded. He married her. Kevin and Stephanie. A day after our divorce was finalized. The man didn’t even wait for the ink to dry. I pressed my lips together, that familiar sting of betrayal flickering in my chest—but it was duller now. Because he hadn’t broken me. He’d only lit a fire under me. And now? I had two million reasons to be a menace. Operation get fired was in motion by Pierce Carter is ready. ~~~~~ I showed up at the penthouse with my cleaning supplies in one hand and my dignity in the other—which was barely hanging on, considering I’d squeezed myself into a uniform two sizes too small and conveniently forgot a bra.