Divorce The Duke, Marry The King! Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Then, what do you want? Are you guys going to rebel?” “Darwin is working on a divorce from Michelle. Just let her die, and we shouldn’t care about her anymore.” “How dare you?” Duchess Scarlet’s father was furious. “Darwin, you have to save her. After all, she is your wife.” He turned to look at Duke Scarlet who was currently keeping his mouth shut with a straight face. Five seconds later, the Duke stood up and left the room without saying anything. He also ignored his mother-in-law who was nagging behind him.

My body is shivering. “You're my sister.” “Step sister,” she corrected, her smile widening. “And I just took what belongs to me.” My chest rose and I fell as I struggled to breathe. “Enough,” Freddie said while standing up. He went to the table and picked up some paper. Then walked towards me and pushed them into my hands. “Sign it.” I looked down at the papers, my vision blurry as I hoped it wasn't what I thought. “Divorce papers,” he said flatly. “Let's end this.”

"I’m not asking you to feel everything at once. Just to give it a chance. We were good together once. We can be good again. You weren’t this cold before." "You destroyed that version of me," I said, voice low and sharp. "The day you betrayed me, you killed everything we could have been. I moved on. I’m married now." Her smile curled again. Not sweet this time but calculated. "Exactly. That’s why you need to divorce your wife." My eyes hardened. "That’s impossible. Nothing would make me do that." Bridget's lips pressed into a faint, knowing smirk. She took one slow breath. "Even if I tell your wife everything?"

"What's the rush? I'll bring her back when she learns her lesson. You guys won't believe this—she actually emailed me a divorce agreement the other day. Said she wanted to 'end things'. I almost died laughing. It's obviously a bluff. "She's so desperate. I'll give her a couple more days, let her cool off. It's like she still thinks she's the prom queen or something." I took a deep breath and pushed the door wide open.

Finally, she spoke, her voice filled with worry, “Who’s there?” But there was no answer, it was as though you could hear a pin drop. After waiting for an answer, Isabella sighed. She returned to the conversation, leaving what was to happen up to fate. Her mother sighed a breath of relief as she observed Isabella’s facial expression. She wore a small smile, but it wasn’t there. Then, her mother spoke, her voice just above a whisper. “Listen, child. As the Princess of the pack, you must marry the Alpha King!” She declared disdainfully.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. "Wait. I thought they were childhood sweethearts. How did this turn into an uncle-and-niece wedding?" "Seriously, incest? What's going on in rich people's world?" "That's nonsense, Jake!" Wendy snapped. She grabbed my arm, her voice dropping to a cold whisper. "Leave right now, and I might let you walk away with some dignity." I snorted and shook her hand off. "Maybe you should be the one worrying about your dignity."

It was Lydia who kept telling him the divorce agreement was just Vera sulking, an empty threat, so out of habit he'd never taken it seriously. But his Vera had been hurting for a long, long time? "All right, stop thinking about all that. Look what I've got." Lydia's voice pulled him back. Smiling, she drew a stamped document from her bag and pushed it toward him. A divorce decree. Theo's pupils shrank. He snatched it up and flipped it open. His name, Vera's name, the court's embossed seal, the judge's signature. Nothing missing. "You—" "When did you—"

I wanted to say something but nothing agreed to come out of my mouth. “I wish I can divorce you but the court clearly states that no divorce until the second year of marriage. Which means, we are stuck with each other. And until then, you are not leaving my sight. That means, you now live in this house, and now work for me!” He retorted. “Deal with that, princess.” The princess was said in a demeaning way. I took a shameful walk back to the sofa I got up from and sank into it. Two years with Evan Blackman? Or the street? Which would it be?

"I want you to grant me a divorce from the Duke." The crowd gasped, excited for the new gossip. "He hits me." Iris continued, voice breaking and choking, "If you don't do something, he'll kill me." "Get up, Iris!" Nathan’s voice sliced through the hall. "Now." But she couldn't look up at him. Her boldness would falter; the older man could help. He alone could grant her this one wish. The older man's face became grim with annoyance. He glared down at Nathan. "You hit your wife like this? What if she dies by your hands? Do you know how hard it is to find another mate?"