Divorcing The Tyrant: Falling For My Temptress Wife Novels & Stories

They had been married for five years, with Tyrell constantly bending over backward to please her. Victoria only had eyes for her first love, Luke Austin. Yesterday, Tyrell slapped Luke across the face in a fit of jealousy. To avenge Luke, Victoria had Tyrell hung up and beaten. I remembered how the plot went. Tyrell refused to sign the divorce papers, and in the end, he was brutally torn apart. I needed to survive, so I quickly blurted, "Yes! I'll sign it!" Only then did Victoria order her men to release me and toss over the divorce agreement.

"I know what you’re thinking, but I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. There’s no way it’s true." Then his gaze turned icy as he stared down at me. "Your sister Violet once got down on her knees and begged me to marry her. The only redeeming quality she had was that she at least loved me." His voice dripped with condescension. "...So drop this ridiculous divorce nonsense, and I might let you keep the title of being my wife. How’s that, Violet?" He was clearly waiting for me to beg for mercy, but I just scoffed and ignored him.

Of course I know that. "You deserve so much more from me. I'm such a worthless husband. I swear I didn't bring us here because I knew Laura was in town. It's because of business, strictly that!" He insinuated. "I want us to live happily together from now on, and raise our precious baby together. You'll always be my no. 1. My queen." Rita felt like crying hearing those sweet words. "Oh my husband!" She cried out. "I love you so much more." Deep down she'd been thinking that he wanted to divorce her or something. Luckily, he wasn't.

So, now that someone had actually dared to rub him the wrong way, the darkest side of Tyr’s heart had shown itself. “Clint, I am not in the mood to talk much with you. I’ll start with the countdown now. Every ten seconds that pass, I’ll have my men throw a person off from the rooftop until you tell me who is the culprit behind you that got my wife kidnapped.” “Mr. Summer, I really don’t know anything.” Clint was already on his knees, panicking and weeping bitter tears. However, Tyr was not bothered to listen to Clint’s words. He had started with the count down. “Let’s start with your mistress. I am giving you a chance,” Tyr said indifferently and beckoned.

When he did not say anything, I continued, “You already have a wife, Calcifer. For crying out loud! Do you want me to become your mistress? Is that how low you think of me? Am I the only mistress material?” “Pumpkin. That’s not my intention. I really want to marry you again.” “It is your intention. Marry me again my foot. And then what? You will divorce me?" "No, no. That won't be happening from now on. I learned my lesson. Please believe me. You're the only woman for me." "How brazen! You only talked to your wife earlier and you have the audacity to tell me not to marry Hawk? How could you? You’re not the only one who is allowed to be happy!”

“We tried to stop him.” Micah’s jaw ticks. “Leave us.” She scrambles away, pulling the door shut. Now, I’m left with two men that hate each other’s guts. “You have some nerve, Grayson.” Stefan takes a threatening step forward, index finger pointed at Micah. “Not only you trying to poach my client behind my goddamn back, but you’re actually fucking my wife!” I sigh, long and loud. “I’m not your wife, Stefan. We signed the divorce papers.”

her eyes flicked deliberately to my stomach, “…he is afraid you’ll be upset. So he has to put it on hold for now.” Each syllable landed like a stone against my chest. My hands slid over my belly instinctively, protective, as if I could shield the child inside me from her words. My ears buzzed, the restaurant noise fading into a dull roar. She leaned forward, her fingers tightening around my hand with faux intimacy. “But I finally got back to him,” she whispered, as though we were co-conspirators sharing a secret, “and I don’t want to waste time waiting. Please do me a favour…” her smile widened, “and divorce him, okay?”

Astrid screamed back. "Divorced? just because I let you mess around as you wished doesn't mean that you can dive into another man's arms. You think we are divorced?" he scoffed as she glared at him. "You must be really stupid to think that I would sign those pathetic papers and set you free, Astrid." "What? That's not true." "Better please it because you are mine, Astrid. So have that in your little brain!" He sneered provoking her to the extent that she slapped him across the face.

I collapsed to the floor, my body shaking as I screamed, “Why didn’t you let me die?” Suddenly, I saw him. My husband. He stood in front of me, looking down at me, his face blank. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me like I was nothing but a problem to be discarded. His eyes were cold, filled with pity. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away. How dare he come here? How dare he look at me like that? As he walked past me, I saw her. The woman. The woman behind the divorce. The one who had stolen him from me. The reason he had turned his back on everything we had. She walked behind him, her hand holding his, fingers intertwined.

It was so much that a low and gravelly growl voluntarily reverberated from my chest and out of my mouth. “So shamelessly wet and desperate for me,” I murmured, thrusting my hips just slightly to reward her hard work. “Want me to fill you, baby? Hm? Want to feel my dick slide in and out of you? Fucking you and ramming into you until all you know is nothing but my name?” Willa’s movements stuttered for a split second, before it continued with more fervor and desperation. “Look at you… So fucking desperate for my cock. Rutting against it like slut.”