Divorce The Duke, Marry The King! Novels & Stories

“Justin is your Ex-husband, Alexa. He cheated on you with another woman and Lucas reported that he humiliated you at the cemetery…” He halted and immediately flashed a cruel glance at me. “Nobody ever messes with the Sullivan Family. I am the Duke of Sarto and no man has ever disrespected me! Justin Milton didn't just disrespect me, he also insulted me before so many people! By marrying you, cheating on you and drawing all those pints from your body…he has forfeited all his rights to taste our mercy!” Then he leaned closer to me, breathing hollow and loud. “Within twenty-four hours, I will make him suffer. Take away his company, his mansion and his livelihood! All that I need is your possess

What was going on in his mind? “Prince?” He snorted. “My wife isn’t feeling well and I don’t want to stress her with unimportant things like this. I love her so much for that.” Love her? Who was he kidding? Everyone thought as they exchanged faces. “She had a long night. She was forced to get married to me, she cried a lot because of it then she was kicked out from her house and she almost died. The pain was too much for her so I let her sleep in. She doesn’t need this,” he added and slowly opened his eyes. “I love my wife and I dare annul this marriage. You say royalty must marry royalty. My wife became royalty the day I married her. She’s no longer a servant but a princess consort. My lega

“I just said he’s pitiful. He’s not the only one who had a troublesome childhood. Even her highness is very pitiful” “Are you going to expose that pair of adulterers in the capital? I’m sure if you did that and asked his majesty to dissolve the marriage, he would agree” “Would he? Duke Kristen loves her so much yet he didn’t fight to marry her. If our marriage is dissolved, he’ll be forced to marry her to protect the honor of the royal family. His plans would be ruined and we would suffer for it. This pawn would wait quietly until the danger is past”

“Which team do you belong to? Is it Team Frederick or Team Liam?” I requested my sister to clarify her question when another revelation appeared. The duel between the four gentlemen happened when Duke Frederick protested about the two marriage proposals. Prince Liam rebutted by reminding him that Daria’s royal family could not propose to any woman because God has a plan for them, which is the plot twist of this novel. Duke Frederick remained his composure. He closed a deal with the Prince stating his victory meant the cancellation of my marriage proposal. If he lost, they would shut their mouths.

he announced, his voice devoid of emotion. With a frown, Eliza walked with him through the gates as he led her to the throne room. The room was immense, with high ceilings and walls adorned with historical tapestries depicting past Lycan rulers. King Kyle sat on an elaborate throne, his presence commanding and intimidating. "Eliza," he spoke, his voice deep and measured, "I understand you've come about your husband's pending marriage." She met his gaze steadily, her voice calm. "King Kyle.” She acknowledged him with a bow. “I've come to request your official intervention in my divorce proceedings. Not to stop it but to help in the dissolution."

(Dahlia) ‘RULE number one: we will be married in name only. You and I will be using different rooms. Rule number two: you may be the official luna, but you will be sharing luna responsibilities with Rosie. Be nice to her. Rule number three: you are free to do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t tarnish my reputation. Rule number four: don’t meddle with my affairs and I won’t meddle with yours. And the last rule, don’t fall for me, kid. I won’t be held responsible for your feelings.’

"If you would excuse us." The kingsman – Edmund – bowed too. First to the King, "Your Majesty," then to the Duke. "Your Grace." When he turned to them, he said. "My Ladies, this way, if you please." The Duke stepped closer to her and whispered. "Do not take his words to heart; he enjoys the misery of others." She nodded impulsively. He tapped her hand and squeezed her thumb for a brief second. Beth raised her eyes to look at him, holding his intense gaze. "You are safe here."

"What?" Ryan didn't turn around. "The marriage. It's not working. You know it as well as I do." Her heart stopped for a full second. "You're not serious." He turned then. His eyes met hers, but there was nothing there. No anger. No sadness. Just absence. "I want a divorce, Amelia." No warmth. No regret. Just a statement. She waited for him to say something else. Anything else. An explanation. A hesitation. A single crack in that perfect calm.

My lawyer then slid a paper of the divorce finalization on the table in front of him while he was in a call he doesn’t want to end. “Sign here.” He said and Nathan barely looked up. “Mm,” Nathan mumbled and signed without reading it. I scoffed once again and leaned against my chair, glancing at the elders who are totally against of us divorcing. I grinned at their disappointed whispers and annoyance. That’s the alpha you are protecting with your lives for. Three years of marriage ended by a man too distracted to read what was in front of him. Even now that it’s done, he looked mildly inconvenienced. As though this hearing, or him simply signing a document were interrupting something more imp

"Carmela's pregnant. The family doctor says it's a boy." "Emilia, to get the inheritance, I have to marry the Rossi girl. It's a necessary alliance." He even had the audacity to grab my hand and swear. "Just bear with me for a year. As soon as I get the Capo position, I'll divorce her and marry you." In that moment, my heart died. If he needed a marriage of convenience, then so would I. That night, I agreed to my parents' arrangement and boarded the flight to Sicily.