Don’t Mess With The Divorce Queen Novels & Stories

“Alright, I will take my last chance “he said as he made a right turn and started heading towards the narrow way. He was sure that the queen was there. It was the only option that she hadn’t explored. “I will keep on following this narrow path until I reach the end. I believe that I will find my way out of the forest and reunite with my daughter. she is the most important thing in my life. My husband has never seen me as his beloved when I gave my all to him. what was the use of making more sacrifices for someone who doesn’t want to be loved? “The queen said out aloud In between the middle of the road, the queen and the king met up. Instead of being happy that she had been saved, the queen j

” Queenie struggled to suppress her sarcastic remarks and patiently said, "Lily, I know you're proud, but Lucian doesn't seem to be falling for your usual charm right now. Can you still sway him with your past relationship? What happens when his feelings for you run out? Don't expect men to stay loyal. Their love comes and goes. Soon, they would forget you." She thought this would make Lily realize, but she was adamant. "No. He won't stop seeing me." Queenie raised an eyebrow at her confidence. "Why?" Lily didn't answer. Instead, she said, "He just won't." Queenie was speechless. Even the most confident people in history couldn't match her self-esteem. But she had said her piece, and if Lily

"I will find her first. I always find what I want. But you, you have to make Norman forget the divorce. Do what you must and use whatever means you have. If he shows no sign of changing his mind about it, then those recordings go to him—and to anyone else who needs to hear them. Reporters, the cops, lawyers... You know what that does to a reputation, don't you, Lena?" She tapped the phone against the table, making the point plain. Then, with a cold and satisfied smile, she crushed her cigarette out in Mrs. Lena's cup of tea and picked up her bag. "You have a week." She added and walked out of the room without another word. Mrs. Lena sat very still, staring at the cigarette butt swimming in t

"Here in Deira, a divorced queen has to live in isolation for the rest of her life. You don't want that, do you?" "I never mentioned a divorce. I just got married a few days ago, why would I get a divorce?" She shrugged and continued walking. "You should also try to make your marriage work. If you two keep going like this, you won't have a child and that'll prove fatal for you." "Why?" Isabelle was curious.

liked all his Facebook pages and followed him in Instagram and Twitter . They all go for lunch discussing Mr Davian and Queen feels upset and envious .why do these bitches want to steal her man . While having lunch , Queen's phone rings . She looks at the caller identity and smiles . Then she excuses herself .

She knew the tales of ashtrays and what they could do to people's knees once enough pressure was exerted. But she failed to believe that her husband who was a formidable figure in the underground world was going to take this lying down was they were out of the school. At the thought of that, a glint of hope flashed past her eyes. "First and foremost, I want you to divorce your wife. Secondly, you'll bankrupt them. Obviously, she's not a good mother. And your son needs a good mother if he's to become a fine young man with remarkable capabilities." Queenie said, appearing to be in despair.

I had a shoot scheduled on the day that we were supposed to process the divorce agreement, so I arrived at the courthouse a few minutes late. Elena had bombarded my phone with a barrage of messages. Her tone was both insulting and smug. "Don't tell me that you changed your mind about getting a divorce, Thomas? I knew that you wouldn't leave me. You love me so much. How could you bear to leave my side?" She stared at me in disbelief when I appeared before her. I had finally seen Elena for who she truly was during this period of time. She was an utterly despicable person. She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while

"And besides, you signed over the deed with the rest of the divorce paperwork, don't you recall?" Melanie shoved her hand away in disgust. Her eyes fell on the boxes of her belongings, tossed aside. "That's my stuff you've got dumped there! You have no right." "I was feeling generous, leaving you something at all," Natalia interrupted. "A minor compensation for all the years you spent here... as Hardin's wife." Her smile turned poisonous. "If you want to stay, you'll do so as our maid. Cleaning up after us from now on. What do you say?."

"Can I call you mine now? Can I announce you as my queen?" I looked up at him, my heart fluttering in my chest. "Calm down on telling the whole world I’m your queen." I drew circles on his chest. "I just got the eyes of angry people off my back after my divorce with Dontrell. I don’t need those eyes back." His gaze softened, but not his resolve. "I don’t give a fuck about the world and their eyes. But I’ll do as you wish." We kissed again, but this time, it was deeper than passion. I kissed him back, certain—this was just the beginning.

“Or, were you?" “You know, I had a conversation with him on the rooftop," she began and in the process, her eyes were locked on mine. “That bastard still thinks he did the right thing by divorcing me for that brunette-colored hair bitch." Davina spat out with bitterness in her tone, but surprisingly, she giggled softly. “What did he say?" I inquired with concern laced in my voice but she just shook her head. “I don't have time to keep irrelevant things like that in my head," she replied to me almost immediately and she came to an abrupt stop. “Besides, all I know is that he's a loser."