Romans & histoires How To Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

How satisfying to see her tremble. Antonio stepped closer to Emily, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "When dealing with the devil, you'll have to think like the devil." He offered a chilling smile. "There are other means to fight for this divorce. Like filing an acrimonious divorce. As usual, you'd have your claws out, claw your way to the judge, do anything to manipulate the situation to your favor because you have the connections, the means to imprison me in your torment." Emily's lip trembled as Antonio came face to face with her, their noses almost touching. He chuckled softly.

Evanna left with Clay. Meanwhile, I sat alone in my chambers and didn't make a scene. At last, Father's old retainer returned with an imperial summons. In the council hall, I kneeled and bowed my head. "Your Majesty, I beg you to allow me to divorce." "Benedict, get up," the emperor said, looking like he had a headache coming on. "Your family's estate has long since become a pile of ruins, and it is empty and abandoned. Where exactly will you go after the divorce?"

She watched the emperor take a look at it while once again hoping that he would not pay much attention to the blank piece of paper along with the letter. Reading through it, Emperor Claus nodded. Unlike the first letter he read that was full of love, this one was simple, straightforward, and cold. As much as he wanted to ask Emery as to why she suddenly wanted to become his concubine, he was stopping himself. He was simply afraid of hearing the answer that she was afraid of him or she had no other choice because he threatened her before. “This is enough. I will have a messenger personally send it,” Emperor Claus said even though he was confident that even if Emery does not ask for a divorce,

Amelia stomped her foot and walked away to hide her flushing face. *** Meanwhile, Alexander watched silently as his phone disconnected. “I need to deal with Jessica quickly or it will affect my relationship with Sophia,” he muttered before walking back to the coffee shop with a resolute face. “Have you made up your mind?” he asked as he sat down. “You said you can fulfill any of my wishes, right?” Jessica asked, putting her phone on the table. “Anything within my capability,” Alexander said, leaning on his seat. “Then divorce Sophia and marry me.” She dared him.

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

Caleb said sincerely. When Ember heard that, she gave him a glance. “I’m busy.” Caleb pretended not to understand and said, “I’ll wait. Is there a problem waiting for my wife to finish work and go home together?” Ember sneered as if she had heard the greatest joke of the century. “Caleb, if you have nothing to do, let’s go to the clerk’s office and finalize our divorce.” “I’m busy,” Caleb said as his expression became earnest. “I have time to accompany you, but I’m too busy to get a divorce. What happened in the past was my fault. Can you please stop getting upset for our son’s sake?”

Knowing that his personal assistant was immersed in Qeiza’s charm, his blood was boiling hot. “She’s mine!” “What?” “Why? Something wrong with it?” Xander was temporarily unable to react. He was stunned. Ansel was such in hurry to agree his divorce from Qeiza. Why in the hell did he claim that woman as his then? There must be something wrong with his brain. “You’ve divorced your wife, Man!” Xander reminded Ansel. “So what?” Ansel asked. “It’s a lucky coincidence, wasn’t it?” Ansel’s face was so bright and he said confidently as if he had made a very right decision by agreeing to Qeiza’s divorce suit.

Their heated eye contact would break whenever Emmeline felt overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare, but she always found herself drawn back into those depthless azure pools within moments, utterly enthralled. "I know divorce isn't as simple as everyone thinks, especially if the other party doesn't agree to it," she began carefully, trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs. "The only way the plaintiff can come out the victor is if they have proof of infidelity, isn't that right?" Zavian took his freshly filled glass in his right hand, even though she knew he was left-handed. His other hand continued stroking scorching paths along her trembling thigh, the thin barrier of her dress

“He’s not. He even argued with me and said that I was being ridiculous. But I’m serious, Mom—I feel disgusted when I see him now. “If we can’t have a non-contentious divorce, I will go to court. I hope you can persuade Adrian to make it an amicable split. He likes young and beautiful women, and I’m just granting his wish. And after the divorce, he’ll be free from the chains of marriage.” Emma was also speaking calmly—a reflection of the state of her heart. Her husband was no longer able to aggravate her. “Mom, you were the one who thought I was a good match for Adrian in the first place and got someone to introduce us. We ended up dating and getting married, all according to your plans.

"I was with you for five years. Did I ever hurt anyone? I know you like Michael, and I willingly gave you space by initiating the divorce. Do you think I would hurt him?" "Divorce? What divorce?" Jessica suddenly seized on that point. "You’re divorcing me just because of Michael! And you still say you aren’t jealous!" Chris shook his head helplessly. The divorce certificate was already in hand, and now dwelling on this issue made no sense. "He’s about to lose too much blood. I need to perform simple first aid to stop the bleeding, or he won’t survive until the ambulance arrives and will go into shock." "No!" Sophie was the first to object. "Jessica! This man is ruthless, he definitely won’t