Don’t Mess With The Divorce Queen Novels & Stories

"Hold on, my queen. I will be there soon." It was Cane that shook her awake the morning she completed her week in the basement. "I hope you've learned your lesson." "My daughter? How is she?" "I'm glad you asked because the next time you ask me for a divorce, I will ship Mary abroad faster than you can say Jack, and then you will be locked up in here forever. There's no way out of this for you, you hear me?" "Her name is Maria." "I say, do you hear me?"

She turns to face me fully, her eyes cold. "I don't understand why you’re taking the side of that trash Deckard married," she spits. "The 'trash' has a name, Georgia," I correct her harshly. "It’s Sydney. And she is my client." She ignores me, stepping closer to my desk. "Whatever her name is. You need to drop this. Ditch the divorce process, bury the filings, and force her back into that marriage. This scandal is destroying Deckard’s company and it’s dragging my name through the mud. You’re a Newton, I don't care about this charade of calling yourself Kingston. You should be protecting the family interest, not helping some little actress tear it down."

‎And then the universe—cruel, hilarious bastard that it is—decides one gut punch isn’t enough. ‎Across the ballroom, a blonde in a too-tight pink gown shrieks. ‎“You told me you were divorced!” ‎Her partner—a man twice her age with a wedding ring tan line—tries to shush her. ‎His very pregnant, very furious wife storms in from the terrace, six-inch heels clicking like gunshots. ‎“Divorced?!” she screams. “We renewed our vows in Maui last month!” ‎The blonde gasps. ‎The wife hurls a glass of red wine straight into the blonde’s face.

After days of being confined, he collapsed and is still under observation in the hospital. “Is that all you are going to say? Do you still refuse to take accountability? Fine.” The Queen grits her teeth. “Then prepare yourself. As soon as my daughter wakes up, I will let her decide how she wants to enact her revenge. If she wants war, prepare to shed blood.” “Please wait, your grace!” Miranda is about to turn her back on us when I rise from my throne and grab my sword. Astor stands and shakes his head. “No, your majesty. Please don’t do this to me. I-I didn’t know Dahlia was the Vampire Queen’s daughter, I swear! I let it happen because I wanted your goddaughter to be happy. I thought Dahlia

Even the way she said ‘President Flint’ was harsh. “Sydney, we’re divorced, that’s all. I’m not your enemy.” Julien spoke to her patiently, “You can tell me what you need. There’s no need to make yourself suffer and come here to play cards with President Smith.” Sydney’s lips tugged into a sneer. “Compared to the grievances I suffered in our marriage, what happened today was just child’s play.” Just then, her phone rang. She ignored Julien and took out her phone to see that it was a call from Luke. She quickly picked up. “Hi, are you done with your company affairs?”

“I’m no one’s! I’m not a piece of property you can claim!” My dad softens, his tone apologetic but firm. “Queenie, you know I didn’t mean it like that. But let’s be honest—you’re married to King.” “Because he wouldn’t divorce me!” she yells, her voice cracking with frustration. Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Is that what you want?” I shout, my voice trembling with anger and desperation. “You want me to sign? To divorce you? Just say it, and I will.”

Episode 90 *Mrs Kween's apartment* Mrs Kween folded her hands looking frustrated as her lawyer Mrs Rita tried to calm her down. "I'm sure we can find a solution, please calm down." She said. "I can't calm down, look at me, look at how people are insulting me despite years of been faithful to that horrible man, now what should I do? I can't further the divorce because of the allegations Kween casted on me, the judge will demand me to pay for the divorce settlements, all I want is to be away from him but it's seems like that can't happen, I'm caged." Mrs Kween lamented.

Amoli ran outside the room with the divorce papers in her hands . ' how wrong I was that he will change .. he is devil ' amoli's angry mind said .. ' don't cry maybe he will change for goods after knowing that he is going to be a father ' her naive innocent self said ... ' are you fool .. if he got to know then he will make the child like him or maybe he will hate the child like he hates you ' her angry self debate back . ' if he wants divorce than I am ready to give him ... Yes Amoli give him divorce then live this house with your child .. before he will know about it ' Amoli said to herself .. and nods her head like she is having conversation with herself .

Charlotte had leaked the story to the press, while Jasmine had provided the faked pictures and it had been enough to ruin Scarlet’s marriage and get her divorced. No one had believed Scarlet back then and Jasmine hoped that no one would believe her now. “That plan was perfect,” Charlotte murmured, with a cruel smile on her lips. Jasmine smirked in agreement as the waiter brought back her refilled glass. “Maybe we can bring it back. I can just imagine the headlines already — A list actress, still in bed with her ex-husband’s best friend.” Charlotte smiled, but she wasn’t impressed. “I don’t know, that plan just feels too tame.”

The mansion looms behind me, huge and cold and suddenly not mine at all. I don’t look back insted I pull my phone out with shaking hands and open my messages. Maya. My best friend. Or at least I thought she was. My fingers hover over the screen for a second before I type. He asked me for a divorce. Tonight. I don’t know what happened. I’m leaving. The message sends. Three little dots appear almost immediately. My chest tightens with a tiny spark of hope. Her reply comes fast. You deserve it you are a whore.