Divorcing Billionaire Vincent Novels & Stories

he said flatly, “is none of my business.” My heart stopped. “The truth is,” he continued, slipping his phone into his pocket, “I’m tired of seeing your face every other day.” “You’re a contract wife, Elena. Nothing more. The deal was simple: give me a child, and I, pay for your professional exam. Which, might I remind you, cost millions.” My fingers tightened around the divorce papers until they crumpled. “Adrian…” My voice broke. “The contract stated five years. This is just four. Adrian, please…please don’t do this to me. I’ve fallen for you. I…”

He talks a lot but his good looks make you forget about that in a minute. He smiled back. "So, gentlemen, let's get to the order of the day," Nathan's lawyer took over from Francis. "Thank you, Francis. We have some terms here for the divorce. If I may, can I proceed?" "Yes," Francis and I chorused. "Good. Firstly, Mr. Lancaster wants to pay you a total of five hundred thousand dollars as a settlement for the divorce," "I don't want his money," I replied firmly. I don't have any interest in Nathan's money. I didn't ask for a divorce to get some part of his money, I needed the divorce for my freedom.

Hamlet immediately helps his future wife hide Azura's news. “What should we do now?” Vincent feels a headache. He loved Azura, only her. He wanted to take her home. But now he can't do anything. “The divorce petition was because you made her sign it. Now how to pursue again from the beginning, you have to figure out your way." Galvin begins to turn against Vincent. Azura was safe. He was no longer on the same route as Vincent. “She was in so much pain at the time. He said to bring her back is to bring her back now, like it's not fair to her. You should taste some pain, too."

I turned to walk away but Vincent grasped my hand, his face darkened with anger "You think it's that easy? That I'll let you get a divorce how and when you want it? You gold-digging whore! All you've ever been after is my money." I struggled to free myself, my heart raced. "I could care less about your money Vincent, you're pathetic, I can't believe I fell in love with you. I want a divorce." I summoned courage, staring back at Vincent. Vincent's eyes narrowed, and he shouted "And who told you you can simply do whatever you want? You're mine Chloe, MINE!" Vincent roared, his hands grasping for my clothes. One of his hands tugged at my hair, making me gasp in pain. His other hand went down be

"This whole situation seems cruel, Vincent." "It's necessary." He stroked her hair, and my stomach turned. "Just a few more weeks and the divorce will be finalized with all the evidence I need. Then we can be together properly." Together. The word echoed in my mind. Vincent and Jessica were together. Having an affair while he orchestrated mine. "I still don't understand why you needed Kieran and Nikolai involved." Jessica stood, moving closer. "You could have just divorced her quietly." "And give up half my assets?" Vincent laughed bitterly. "No. This way, I prove infidelity, prove she's unstable and manipulative. I keep everything, and she gets nothing."

"Vincent is turning the world upside down looking for you! The Romano family is going crazy!" "Mom, I'm divorcing him," I said calmly. "He cheated on me. With Sophia." "But Elena, all couples fight! Men make mistakes, you have to learn to be forgiving…" Her words were straight out of the old-world Italian wife's handbook. "Besides, Vincent loves you so much! Look, he's willing to spend a million dollars just to find you!" "Mom!" I practically shouted. "He got another woman pregnant! And for three years, he was feeding me birth control pills, making me think I was barren!"

Since it had been dug out, both Vincent and Helena had nothing to hide anymore. "Dad, is it because of that woman, your ex-wife, Belinda, has gotten ten million dollars and you feel she should already be able to live comfortably, so you divorced her?" asked Yvonne. Vincent shook his head. "No." Yvonne was curious. "Then why?" At that moment, her uncle, Wymond, interjected, "Yvonne, hear your father out." Yvonne nodded and continued looking at her father. Vincent started to recall the past again.

But I couldn't. Absolutely not. I despised betrayal. It sickened me. Ignoring the pill, I tilted my head back and swallowed the herbal drink in one go, forcing down the sting in my throat. Then, I said, "Vincent, let's get a divorce." Vincent froze. Then, as if convinced he had misheard, he reached out and tousled my hair. "Did you wake up in a daze? Or did throwing up make you lightheaded? Stop talking nonsense."

It had been almost two weeks now since he last saw Gabrielle. Just right after that night when they first met, Vincent had to fly back to Germany to try and sort things out in the company. He hadn't spoken to his grandfather about his encounter with the heiress of Davis Holding's President Gabriel Davis. His grandfather's mind is already made up. It is either he marries the President's daughter or he loses everything he worked for to Gabriel himself. That is the deal. But Vincent knows that he somehow has to try and save what he can without having to do the merging... without having to marry the young heiress. He has no plans on getting married... at least for now.