Divorce The Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

Hailey Summers thought two pink lines would save her marriage. Instead, they destroyed it. On their third wedding anniversary, she walks into her billionaire husband Cole’s office with the happiest news of her life—she’s pregnant. He throws it in the trash. Moments later, he divorces her to reunite with the woman he truly loves—her step-sister. Beaten, humiliated, and left for dead while carrying his child, Hailey disappears from his life forever. But four years later… She returns. Not as the broken woman he abandoned. But as a powerful CEO, a mother of twins, and the woman who can destroy everything he built. The only problem? Cole never stopped searching for the wife he thought he hated. And when he learns the truth about the two pink lines… it might already be too late.

BLURB: “What are you doing, Adrian?!” I ask in an alarmed tone, the intense look in his eyes scaring the shit out of me. “I can fucking smell him on you!” Adrian growls at me as he covers the distance between us. “Let go, Adrian. You are scaring me!” I say in a shaky tone as Adrian's hand wraps around my wrist like a hot band. “You better be scared, doll, because when I'm done with you my name will be the only thing etched in your mind and fucking body.” Adrian says through gritted teeth, his words leaving me shaking on the spot. I'm overwhelmed with fear as I begin to wonder if I will even make it out if this room alive. __________________________ For a long time, winning the love of one of the most ruthless billionaires in the city was the only thing on Anya's mind until she is faced with his cruel betrayal and served with divorce papers. Unable to handle all this ontop of the death of her son and only child, Anya drives away from his office without any location in mind only to be met by a ghastly motor accident where she ends up losing her memory – or not. Anya is faced with the truth of what happened all those years ago, and she is determined to get revenge against every single person who has hurt her and her family. But what happens when she is faced with a new side of Adrian she has never seen before? A side that tucks her in at night and refuses to let her out of his sight? Will she be able to see past his betrayal or will she forever be stuck in a position where her revenge means more to her than anything else?

Bella Page suffers from a rare amnesia that prevents her from forming new memories, leaving her trapped in an Abusive marriage. For four years, she has lived at the mercy of her Billionaire husband, unaware of his cruelty and manipulation. When Vaughn’s mistress, Bella’s half-sister sets her up in an accident, She suffers a head injury. But instead of losing more, she gains everything: Her memories return. Now remembering every bruise, every lie, every betrayal, Bella is done being a victim. So when Vaughn arrives at her hospital room, fresh from Jessica’s bed and pretending to care, Bella greets him with a cold, poisonous smile. “Mr. McCoy,” she says, “see you in court.”

‘I knew it was too good to be true.’ ‘They made us seem like they had a perfect marriage.’ ‘She’ll be stupid if she forgives him.’ ‘Poor Valerie. I can only imagine what she’s going through right now.’ My mother snatched my phone from me. “I told you not to read those comments, Valerie.” I scoffed. “I already feel miserable. Those comments wouldn’t make me feel any worse.” “Will you forgive him?” My mother asked. A part of me wanted to forgive him. I still loved Patrick. But I couldn’t move past such betrayal. ~•~ When Patrick Banks discovers his wife, Valerie’s, alleged infidelity with her co-star, he ends their marriage in an instant. Valerie’s desperate attempts to clear her name only led to a devastating revelation that made her give up on her marriage. Years later, fate brings them face to face. Will they be able to forget, forgive, and rebuild, or will the wounds of betrayal prove too deep to heal?

“Do you really have to play this dirty game to take revenge on me, Demi?" her ex-husband asked at last. And Demi grinned with such seductive power. “Oh no, It’s not a game, Jeff. It’s just giving you the same doze of your own medicine.” she replied with fiery glare in her eyes. by the look on Demi's face, she was determined to take her revenge just as Jeff, her ruthless ex-husband, has said earlier. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In her hope that real love would blossom free from the shadow of her wealthy and strong family background, Demi Perez had to subtly hide her own identity from her husband, Jeff Ortega. And for the past five years of marriage, all that she ever did was pour all that she has to offer into their marriage, only to be met with cold indifference—and divorce papers that would end things between them. With Demi’s beauty and brains along with her wealth, she had completely conquered the corporate world and made some great impressions everywhere she went, and that includes dominating the failing company of her ex-husband. And in just a year after her divorce, Demi came back powerful and famous. No longer was she the once naive ex-wife that Jeff left behind, because right now, Demi has once again reclaimed her status as the elite and powerful heiress of the Perez clan. But as their old flames rekindle, Jeff wasn’t sure if he still wanted retribution or if he wanted her back. While Demi, on the other hand, has to decide whether she would finish what she started, or risk her heart all over again.

Five years ago, Gary Cooper proposed to me 99 times just to marry me. Five years later, to cheer up the secretary he adored, he handed me 99 divorce papers. "Relax. I'm not actually divorcing you. I'm just humoring her. Just pretend like you always do. There's no need to sign." When Gary said it, he was even smiling. As for me, the heartbreak I once felt had long since faded. Now, there was barely a ripple left. I suddenly remembered what day it was and asked quietly, "Will you be home for dinner tonight?" He paused for a moment, then casually shook his head. "Probably not. Today's kind of special. I don't want her to get jealous." I nodded and watched him walk out the door. Then, I picked up a pen and carefully signed my name on the 99th divorce agreement.

Anastasia: A silly crush, that's all it took to ruin my entire life because here I was four years later with no family but the man I gave everything up for, the man who now wanted nothing to do with me, the man who was madly in love with someone else, and the sad part of it was I brought a human in it, a human who had to suffer because of my mistake. Well, enough was enough. It was time to reclaim my position and give my daughter a better life, with or without him, but definitely without him, and he wouldn't just walk free; he would pay for every tear my daughter and I shed. William: The marriage was never supposed to happen; she tricked me into it; she ruined my chance at love because now I had to marry her whether I liked it or not. I never loved her, and I did everything to make sure she experienced hell on earth, but when she proposed divorce, I panicked; my heart skipped a beat for the first time in four years. I was afraid to lose her; I couldn't let her go. I had to fight for her; I had to win her back. I couldn't let another man take her and my daughter from me. I had to save my family.

The seventh time Dante Moretti served me divorce papers, I was sitting with my son in a cheap diner on Chicago's South Side. I forced a smile and brushed my hand over my son's hair. "Just wait a little longer, sweetheart. This time, Mommy will get custody of you." He stayed quiet for a long moment. Then he looked up and asked, “Mommy, how much do you need to sell me for before you're happy?” Before I could answer, he pulled a handwritten divorce agreement from his backpack and pushed it toward me. "I know you keep fighting Dad for me because you want more money from him." "I wrote the agreement for him. Please sign it. Dad is already tired. Stop making his life so hard." His handwriting was crooked, but every word had been written with care. Dante would give me three million dollars. At the bottom, in my son's childish scrawl, was one more line. [After you take the money, don't bother me, Dad, and Serena anymore. Let us be happy.] Serena was Dante's childhood sweetheart. The woman he trusted more than his own wife. For five years, I had stood against Dante's family, his lawyers, and half the Chicago underworld just to keep custody of my son. For him, I would've walked away with nothing. But the child I had raised for eight years had already chosen another mother. So why shouldn't I give their perfect little family exactly what they wanted?

“I want you back, Lexi,” Ryan confessed with teary eyes and a squinty expression. “Dream on, Mr. Ryan Middleton. I came here for business, and so, let’s face it,” Lexi asserted in a cold voice. Ryan’s heart broke by the kind of response he got from Lexi, his ex-wife. He didn’t need to be told that it was really over because the woman sitting prettily in front of him has built barricades around her heart. . Alexandra Lexi married Ryan Middleton because she thought she could escape poverty, but things went south when Ryan blamed her for trying to break his love story with Jasmine Stevenson. Despite having his baby, Ryan maltreated Lexi, and she endured everything until she couldn’t take it in anymore. Lexi took the bold step and walked out of the marriage. She found out about her real identity on the same day. What would Ryan Middleton do when the same woman he despised returned three years later as the heiress of an elite family and the head of the biggest conglomerate in the country? Would he try to win her back or wallow in his regret? What would Lexi do when she meets her ex-husband, who caused her nightmares in the past? Would her heart soften, or would she take revenge with her newfound power and resources?

On my wedding night, I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance after a tampered condom left me in excruciating pain. The surgery took over twenty-four hours, and the story spread like wildfire. My husband, Alexander, let it be known that anyone who managed to photograph me in my post-surgery state would be rewarded with ten million dollars. Overnight, I went from being a billionaire's new wife to the laughingstock of every elite circle in New York. The next day, Alexander's childhood sweetheart Dahlia showed up at my door. That was when I learned the truth: she'd coated the condom with industrial-strength adhesive as part of what she called a "social experiment." She didn't show a shred of remorse. Her tone was flippant and cruel: "It was just an experiment. I mean, how was I supposed to know you'd react like that? Besides, we both know you were never good enough for Alexander. So drop the act." Alexander stood beside her, his gaze cold and dismissive: "If it weren't for the marriage contract, no one would've touched you. You know that, right?" What he didn't know was that the woman he was calling a slut had saved his life more times than he could count.