Divorce Application Novel Bl Novels & Stories

“Oh, right. Have someone go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and revoke the divorce application.” It had almost been a month since their divorce application was filed. If unrevoked, they would be divorced for real. “Understood. I’ll call the people in Richworth and have them get it done.” After they were done talking, Blair returned to his bedroom. The water in the bathroom was running. Mable had returned and was taking a shower. The thought of her fair skin and exquisite figure turned Blair on. He had been hugging her to sleep every night but could not touch her. God only knew how torturous it was.

" she forced, her palm where cold and wet. "So, it has nothing to do with you or Gabriel..." she started the story. Emily frowned, "Are you sure? then why?!" she asked, impatiently. Dorothy sipped her coffee slowly, "Darius specter applied for divorce...." Emily was totally dumbfounded she covered her mouth, too shock to react to Dorothy's words. "What? How is that even possible?" She shook her head in disbelief. Dorothy put her coffee the bench, she breathed out heavily, "I think the divorce will give you some benefits," Benefit she turned her face Emily.

“I might have sounded crazy some seconds ago, but I meant every inch of my words. I want you. I want all of you, and as long as I am here, no one in the world can hurt you. No one at all.” Nova’s lips parted to say a word, but she pressed my fingers against the soft flesh, silencing her for a second. “I could help you get a divorce, Nova. With me here, you can be out of that marriage. You do not have to worry.” The tension in the room shifted after my words, and Nova looked away gently like she was trying to avoid something. Divorce would naturally excite any woman in a toxic marriage, why is she reacting differently? My brows pulled together gently, then I moved my hand to her chin, directi

My phone vibrates, and when I check the message, I see it’s from Tiny. Tiny: We’re wrapping things up. Tori asked if we could swing by her old place to pick up ingredients for the cannolis she wants to make. Is that okay with you? Giorgio is still in the hospital, but I don’t want Vittoria anywhere near her old home. Angelo: No. She doesn’t go near her old house. Take her grocery shopping. Tiny: Yes, boss. Tucking my phone back into my pocket, my eyes flick to Salvatore, then I announce, “By the way, I got married.”

Maybe Marcus had finally decided to explain. My hands trembled as I opened it. My world stopped. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. My body felt as though ice water had been poured through my veins. My eyes blurred as I read the words again and again, praying they would change. It wasn’t a love letter. It wasn’t an apology. It was a divorce letter. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Tears streamed freely as I stumbled into the living room, fumbling through my bag for my phone. My hands shook so badly that I emptied everything onto the floor just to find it.

I kept staring at my glass before sniffing my tears. “What right do I even have to ask for a divorce?” “Aria Nicole,” Ava called. My gaze moved to hers, and she had a frown. “What are you trying to say? You won’t go through with the divorce?” Her voice was stern as she stared at me anxiously, even when she already knew my reply. “Fine, you wrote some books about having the perfect marriage, so what? Are you the first author to publish such?”

She cried, and I pushed back from her arms with a frown. “What Loss? Did you find out about the divorce?” I asked, confused if Silas and Blair were already broadcasting it to the world but it couldn’t be. She had asked for Silas when she came in just now. “It’s your father, Mali but what is this about a divorce? Did Silas divorce you?” Nova said already on her feet and reaching for the divorce paper that was beside her on the floor. “What happened to Dad?” I insisted, standing up as well and tore the paper from her hand. We could talk about that later. I watched as Nova’s face contorted into one of sorrow.

He was confused about Jonas' situation right now. “You know, Bryan? This is the day I've been waiting for. The day when you can't do anything anymore.” Bryan furrowed his brow. “What do you mean, Mama?” Noelle didn't answer, but gestured to her personal assistant and attorney. They nodded and approached one by one. “This is Mrs. Amanda's divorce petition.” Bryan's eyes widened. “A divorce petition?” “Yes, sir. Please read it.” Bryan grabbed the letter. He read it quickly and tension began to set in; he became uncomfortable.

He stood up slowly, his face returning to the past cold and distant demeanor. He took out a small green booklet from his bag and tossed it onto me, saying, "No need to go through the trouble. This is what you've been yearning for." I was momentarily stunned, holding it in my hands. On the deep green cover, the words "Divorce Document" shone uncomfortably in the sunlight, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Jaclyn Dills was indeed that kind of person; when it came to divorce, he could handle it without my involvement. I suddenly looked up, "Perry."