Don’t Mess With The Divorce Queen Novels & Stories

He grabbed my wrist, his dark eyes locking onto mine, as if trying to pry into my deepest thoughts. I flashed him a faint smile, slowly slipping my hand free as I denied, "You heard wrong, Raimondo. I was talking to a friend. She told me about a socialite she knows whose husband cheated on her. They're in the middle of a divorce and fighting over the assets. That's all." He stayed silent, his eyes still scrutinizing every shift in my expression.

*** A few days later, the cellar door creaked open again. Carlo stepped inside. Gina's eyes lit up. "Carlo... you came back..." She crawled toward him, reaching for his pant leg. He stepped away. Her hand hit air. She stared, then started laughing. "I'm Principessa Chisari... Carlo loves me... I'm Donna Quaranta. I'm above everyone..." She kept mumbling, eyes empty. Carlo looked down at her, cold. "Lost your mind? Doesn't matter. Fake or real, I'm not letting you walk. This is what you get for playing me, using me, and hurting the one person I cared about."

Bohdana asked. “Keep up with this life. I recently woke up and I don’t know if I am changing for the good,” she said. Bohdana saw the sadness in her eyes and said, “It’s a survival game. If you can’t get rid of his bitches, he’ll give the power you have to one of them, then you’ll be under the ground.” She didn’t need to ask any more questions in order to know that she needed to own the title of Queen. The Bardi Mafia’s Donna.

“Okay, no more explicit imagery. Ever again.” The Queen turned to me with a wink. “You’re lucky, you know. Some of us never got a real bond. But you? You’ve got this one locked in for life.” I smiled, faintly, despite the chaos. Somehow, I felt seen. Justin glanced at his mom. “So... what now? Separation? Divorce?” The Queen raised a hand. “Let’s not ruin lunch. We’ll deal with the fallout later.”

I offered. "Yes Your Highness." She nodded. "All I want from him right now is a divorce. He won't grant me one." "Oh he will." I assured her. "I won't even have to ask him." "God bless you Your Highness. We're so blessed that we got a Queen who's as nice as Queen Anna." Angela said. "Long live the Queen." After they all dispersed, I sighed and leaned back in my seat feeling very drained all of a sudden. I looked over at Georgina who was busy with her phone.

The papers look like some documents "What is this?" I cannot resist myself to ask "Divorce papers," he says bluntly. "Our marriage was a mistake. You are free now, educated. I cam give you money to start up in your life- find somebody who would love you for who you are. You don’t need to leave the kingdom, you are not just the queen any longer”

"In our generation, we used to call her the Queen of Smiles.” "Turns out, marriage can affect a woman this much!" People flooded my social media accounts asking: "Did you really get a divorce?" "This isn’t scripted, is it? You’re really going to divorce him, right?" I, rarely active on social platforms, responded for the first time: "Divorce involves many factors and is still being processed." The concerned comments didn’t stop there. They rushed over to Hector's company’s live stream, filling the comments with even more questions.

We didn't have a wedding, only a registration and a five-thousand-dollar severance package. Maeve smiled. "Did you hear that? Even if you show up now with a massive baby bump, it won't change anything. It'll just make you look pathetic, like you're clinging to a dead relationship." I inhaled slowly. She watched me like a hawk, studying my reaction, and she got the reaction she was looking for. "I have a proposition for you. Get an abortion," she said casually, but it hit with the weight of a sledgehammer.

Petra sat on the couch, flipping through a large file, dressed like the billionaire heiress she was now. Her fitted cream blouse rested neatly against her body while the black skirt she wore crossed elegantly over her legs. The once simple woman who used to spend hours cooking and cleaning for Pete now carried herself with confidence and authority. The luxurious living room around her was quiet except for the soft sound of papers turning beneath her fingers. Malcolm walked in, holding a file. “The divorce proceedings are done.” He said, stretching the file to her as he sat opposite her.

“Oh, you would have said so and I would do it. But would that change anything?” “What do you mean?” “If I clean up this mess, would it change your perception about me? Will you like me more? Would you accept me as your son's wife?” “No, Never!” “Then I'm sorry my Queen, You can instruct the maids to do it or I'll instruct them myself.” She stared at me with a grim look, “You would have to divorce my son. I would draft out a divorce agreement. You can have whatever you want just sign the goddamn papers and leave.”