Divorcing Billionaire Vincent Novels & Stories

She was shocked upon seeing Victor on his knees and tears brewing in his eyes like a child whose chocolate was seized. “Thank goodness you came, Nita. I am sure your husband would be able to help me out. I-I mean help us out.” Mentioning her husband made her voice out. “We are getting a divorce. That is by the way, Uncle, what is going on?” Victor quickly stood up and held her hand tightly. “Sorry about your marriage crash. This is about the company. I did my best to handle the situation so I did not involve you but unfortunately, it didn’t end well.”

How he had approached me eleven months before her divorce—before any of the worst of it, before she had any idea what Trent was really doing. At the time, I was in serious trouble. I had put money into a business that failed badly. I had a debt I never told Victoria about because I was too ashamed to admit how bad it had gotten. And my brother had borrowed money from people who weren't the kind to be patient about getting it back and they’d shown up making threats.

Vincent clenches his fists at his sides, seething with anger. “I can't help it, Carter,” I whimper softly, allowing him to kiss me and touch me, trying to prove to Vincent that I’ve moved on. Just because he divorced me for being infertile doesn’t mean another man won’t love me. And since Carter is his uncle, it's even better. I gasp when Carter slides his large, rough hand inside my red lace panties under my dress. Vincent’s eye twitches with rage as he watches Carter. He steps forward, but Carter locks eyes with him through the mirror.

Brie asked sadly, “You are far one of the best, smartest, and prettiest girls I have ever met. And trust me, I can tell that Vincent likes you.” I shook my head in disagreement. Tomorrow, the forty-eight hours that Vincent asked would begin, and I know that by the end of it, I will be left with nothing but shreds of my broken heart. “Tomorrow, Vincent and I will have our first solo date. He had been mentioning a new contract before we left for Vegas when the rest of you left us. The conversation was pushed back because we needed to get home because his grandmother needed to talk to him, and you all know that his company was returned to him along with all of his assets, so this talk that we’

“I never knew that I married someone as evil as you. You have no heart, no conscience, no remorse.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Oh, please. If there’s anyone who’s evil, it’s you. What were you thinking, poisoning my food? You didn’t even try to hide it. You didn’t even care if I died. You just wanted to get rid of me and take everything I have. Well, guess what? You failed. You failed miserably. And now you’re going to pay. Vincent is going to jail for attempted murder. He could face life in prison for that. And you’re going to join him. You’re going to lose everything. Your money, your reputation, your freedom. You’re going to learn that rich people don’t always get away with what

Vincent pulled me to him, his expression shifting into resigned tenderness. “The Bilottis can offer me a clean slate. You know the struggles I’ve been through to get where I am today.” He traced the outline of my chin. “Once I gain my foothold, things will be as they were. You will always be my one and only.” “Really?” I turned around to meet his gaze. Vincent’s eyes bore into mine with intensity. Those green eyes that I once lost myself in showed no signs of deceit. “Of course. Sophia is the sole heiress to the Bilottis. I need her to legitimize my business.”

I let the smirk fade from my face, my tone dropping into a cold warning. “Let this serve as a warning to you, Justin. I’m not your average wife—and I’m definitely not the Alexa who used to cry and beg for your love. For your information, we are getting divorced. So, watch how you linger around me. Remember, seventy percent of your company shares are at stake here. Seven days from now, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to spare your precious properties. Wisen up, Justin… and don’t let your wicked mother drag you straight to hell.” I turned a sharp, cutting glare toward Felicia. She stood frozen, her face flushed with humiliation, her body stiff like she’d just been caught in the middle of a

The finality in his voice sank like lead in my stomach. “He's the devil. He must have been planning this divorce behind my back while I was breaking myself to give him healthy babies!” I ripped the IV out of my hand, shoved the blanket aside, and crawled out of the bed. “Tell that asshole I won't sit back and let him do this to me. I'm getting my babies back.” Vincent didn't argue. He just.let out a sharp sigh, turned, and walked out. I felt it. The truth was pressing in from every corner of the room, suffocating me.

"A full rundown of all of Vincent's business dealings. Copies of every contract. And a complete background check on a Carmen Rodriguez. I want it all in my hands by sunrise." "Done. Anything else?" I glanced back at Vincent, sleeping soundly in our bedroom. My voice was so calm it scared me. "Get the divorce papers ready. I want him to walk away with nothing." After hanging up, I went back to the bedroom and lay down beside him. He rolled over and draped an arm over my waist, just like always. But this time, everything was different. I closed my eyes and started planning. Marconi women don't cry. We don't get hysterical. And we sure as hell don't forgive.

Fred’s POV Henry our butler told me Emily had actually signed the divorce agreement, and I’m not going to lie, I was surprised. “She also got into a Rolls-Royce, Sir,” he told me when I returned home that evening. Retreating to the living room, I settled down in front of the fire Henry had made. I can’t believe that she really did it. I honestly didn’t expect her to sign the papers so easily! I dwelled to myself. But this was what I wanted, was it not? I had longed for Nancy all these years, and finally, we were together.