Don’t Mess With The Divorce Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Divorce?" I shot him a smile, cold and sharp. "Fine." Damon froze like I'd just smacked him. Didn't expect that, huh? His mouth opened, no sound. I was already at my desk. "Sofia, get the divorce papers started," I said, grabbing a pen. "And let my father know—Damon's got something to say." "Vanessa, I—" "You want out, right?" I didn't even glance at him. "Then take it to the Don. Family rules."

"What's the rush? I'll bring her back when she learns her lesson. You guys won't believe this—she actually emailed me a divorce agreement the other day. Said she wanted to 'end things'. I almost died laughing. It's obviously a bluff. "She's so desperate. I'll give her a couple more days, let her cool off. It's like she still thinks she's the prom queen or something." I took a deep breath and pushed the door wide open.

“See? You *do* care.” After the third incident, he snapped. “Is this a game to you?” She tilted her head. “The only one you’re good at.” He filed for divorce the next day. --- Present Leon paced the waiting room, his phone buzzing nonstop—reporters, shareholders, lawyers. He silenced it. Jake stormed in, his shirt rumpled. “Where is she?” “Isolation,” Leon said flatly. Jake shoved him against the wall. “This is *your* mess! You brought that witch into her life!”

In a dimly lit corner, a greasy-looking man crumbled. It was Summer's pig-like husband. He had come with a bouquet to celebrate his wife's big promotion… only to find out that not only was she not getting a raise, but the baby he had been preparing for did not exist either. As the police escorted Summer out, her husband snapped. He lunged forward, swinging the bouquet straight at her head. "Liar! I quit my job to take care of you and the baby! You told me you'd handle our income while I managed the house! I've been doing chores for days because of you!"

“Do you have to lay it all out like this? Are you trying to torture me with this divorce?” “You tell me, Louis. Do you feel tortured?” I said with a flat tone, “There’s really not much to go over. We can either sort this out now or let the court handle it. Just a heads up, it might grab some attention with the cheating, abuse, and the abortion, all very salacious stuff. And I doubt anyone wants to walk away from their divorce with a conviction, do they?” Louis stared at me, his eyes were raw, storming with emotions that I didn’t want to understand.

I needed to stay in character and see how this played out. "At least he's here to help me," Vanya said, her voice strong and confident. "Which is more than I can say for the husband who's been cheating on me for two years." A younger woman with blonde hair and cake all over her face stepped forward. She was pretty, but there was something cheap about her, something fake that made me instantly dislike her. "Bernard, just sign the damn divorce papers," she said angrily. "I'm tired of hiding our relationship. I'm tired of pretending we're just friends. I want everyone to know that you're mine."

“He’s not the devil. He’s just a man. And men bleed.” Luca’s gaze didn’t waver. “So do queens.” Before I could answer, Sofia’s phone buzzed. She checked the screen, her expression shifting instantly. “Speak of the devil,” she muttered, tossing the phone onto the table. A message glowed across the display— UNKNOWN NUMBER: Beautiful morning for revenge, isn’t it? Luca picked it up. “He’s already testing you.” “No,” I said quietly, my pulse steady. “He’s testing himself.”

“I don't blame you for being persistent. It is a life any girl will dream off. I only bother that my son won't choose his company among like minds.” Chelsea’s mouth opened, then closed. She looked at Chelsea again as if remembering she was there. “Tell me,” Queen asked lightly. “Do you love him?” “No,” Chelsea answered honestly. “Well,” Queen said with a nod, “thank God. Some sense at least.” Davis returned then, keys in hand. “Let’s go,” he said, placing a hand on the small of Chelsea’s back, steering her away. Queen watched them leave, her eyes sharp, calculating.

I'm gonna reject her, maybe I don't need a queen right now. I can still look around some more. "One moment Dj" the cheery voice of the winning girl stops the overexcited man on the mic. Why is he excited anyway? He is pissing me off. He calms down and hands the mic to the girl who isn't near my type. "I won fair and square" she brags raising her hands in victory," And as all of you know, there can only be one queen in a kingdom" Jessica smirks eying the girl who doesn't spare her a glance.

He couldn't believe that she gave no thought to his breakfast. What upset him the most was her reminder to meet at the courthouse. All she could think about was the divorce. Noelle emerged again. She was dragging a suitcase with her this time. Upon hearing the sounds of the wheels on the ground, Quentin went up to her. He questioned, "Why do you insist on getting a divorce? Is it because of what I said? That you were trying to imitate a superior woman? Hm?" His eyes flashed with anger. She spun around and replied, "There are too many reasons. I can't list them out right now." She seemed very calm as she met his eyes with her crystal-clear gaze.