Divorced, Now A Princess Novels & Stories

But Amelia wasn't the quiet, easily dismissed wife anymore. She was a billionaire in her own right, formidable enough to expose corporate fraud within weeks of taking control, magnetic enough to draw genuine attention from a man who apparently had his choice of more conventional, uncomplicated partners. If Adrian Kingsley genuinely fell for Amelia, publicly, permanently, the media narrative would shift entirely. No longer the wife Damian carelessly discarded, finding unexpected success on her own. Instead, the woman who had not only survived her divorce but emerged triumphant, claiming a partner more polished than the man who had failed to appreciate her.

"Well. It wasn't difficult to put the pieces together." Luca looked like a gladiator right now. An angry seething gladiator. "You were stalking me? What the hell Maelis?" "You need to leave my house." I moved to block her path. "Right now." "I'm not leaving without seeing my granddaughter." "She is not your granddaughter. I divorced Cassian before leaving, I am a single mother and my child only has one living grandparent." Her maternal grandmother and that was it. "I won't repeat myself again Lyra."

It felt like I was pricked with a needle when he said that and I brushed my hair backward, with my hand. "Despite his willingness to forgive, she had filed for divorce, and the settlement had been devastating. His little wealth was halved, and to add salt to the wound, she took their only child with her." Andrew's voice cracked as he fought to hold back tears, but they betrayed him, rolling down his cheeks and all his attempt at composure fell short. I stood where I was like a statue, unable to move as I watched Andrew wipe the tears off his face, and when he was done, he put on his glass with a soft exhale.

I asked as the Prince's second in command sometimes answered the phone. "Speaking now, what do you need?" Prince Caspian asked as I shivered, for this was one of the sons of King Mammon, the embodiment of Sin himself. "Mr. Cloveed Redmond, my nephew, Luis Starlyn, is divorcing his contracted Chosen-Mate, Lady Millicent." I began. "The one you proposed to in public?" Prince Caspian asked, interrupting me. "Yes, but it is because I wanted to help her, as Lady Millicent cannot leave until the divorce court date on the 5th." I said quickly making up a story.

Ingrid and her people did not return, which I was grateful for. Leeana could not recognise us, but I could see the chemistry between her and Luis already blooming. I prayed we would be friends again. After we finished eating, Christopher stood up to talk. "I know all of you are confused about what has happened here, and I owe you an explanation. Princess Aida has found her fated, and he is Beta Mark, while I have found my fated, and her name is Willow. We will be processing our divorce to join with our significant halves," I said, and people began to cheer. They accepted the news wholeheartedly, and I was glad that this worked.

, she smiled. “Or you just wanted get closer to Reid. You just wanted to follow him around like a neglected puppy”. Bianca narrowed her eyes. Jacintha smiled again, “Right now, we all know the neglected stray puppy barking when it got chased to where it came from”. Bianca clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm. She swallowed and managed another word. “S–Says someone who's husband ignored her for years.” Jacintha simply shook her head. “We are divorced. I know you're smart enough to understand that”, she shook her head. But Bianca would not give up.

“I’m sure she’s fat by now—childbirth does that to women. And she’s still a nobody, isn’t she? I haven’t heard a single thing carrying her name." Disgust rose in my throat. Everything about her irritated me—the way she baited, the way she paraded wealth like it could cover her rot. The gold necklace at her throat caught the light: BELLA PRINCE. Prince. A name she no longer deserved.. Officially, she wasn’t my wife. Not anymore. The divorce had already gone through, quietly, cleanly, without her even realizing it. She’d lost that privilege the moment Alex showed me the recordings—the evidence that turned my stomach.

"I've hit the jackpot! I disregarded the odds and bet on Mr. Gray without thinking. 800 billion dollars is on the line. Everyone who placed their money on the Sage is going bankrupt today! There's going to be some major changes here in Javonbury!" "All hail King Ashton! What an invincible man!" "That's my man! Ashton is incredible! I can't breathe—my heart is about to burst out of my chest! I wish he could ruin me in bed…" "From this day onward, Ashton Gray is my faith! No one is as charismatic as he is. Nothing is quite impossible for him. He's invincible!" "I heard that Ashton Gray is divorced. That means that we all have a chance!" "Roxy must be out of her mind! I've never seen such a stu

"You can't do this! We were married three years!" "Three years?" My voice cut through the speaker, ice-cold. "You earn any of it? The house? The rides? The drip? Even your old man's still breathing 'cause you wore my ring. It's done. Everything goes back where it belongs." His face drained, like he was watching his own funeral. Sofia slammed the divorce papers to his chest. "Sign it. Our principessa ain't got time for clowns." Then we walked. Left them in the dirt.

She addressed both Rita and Jaden with a gentle yet firm tone. "Your grandmother's health is fragile, and the stress caused by your divorce has taken a toll on her," she explained, her voice tinged with sadness. "It is time for both of you to put aside your differences and prioritize the unity of our family." As Jaden's eyes fell upon Percy, he couldn't help but notice her presence and the buzzing phones that seemed to confirm the news of his divorce. Confusion and a sense of betrayal clouded his thoughts, his subconscious linking Rita to the news spreading like wildfire.