I'll Divorce My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

but my voice failed me. “Divorce?” I managed to ask, my voice barely escaping my lips as I stared at him, trembling. “You… you want to divorce me?” “Yes,” he said flatly. “I’ve already signed the papers. I want you to sign them as soon as possible. My lawyer will send you the alimony... let me know if it’s not enough.” I felt the ground beneath me shift. My knees grew weak. I had to steady myself by holding onto the edge of the couch.

Reyona spittered in anger as she tried to avoid his wet lips. “I am your husband, and you will listen to me!” he said, his smile gone as he tried instead to grope her breast when she wouldn’t let him kiss her. “Is there someone else out there that you are giving it to now? Is that why you wanted to divorce me so that you could have this house to yourselves for the both of you to fuck yourself? Not if I have anything to say about it!”

Father uttered in a stern voice but Laura didn't hold back her tongue. “There is nothing you can do. Just let her file for a divorce since she is in love with the man. Aysel can get married to Liam, and we will be inlaws again.

"Serena, let's go home and talk." "This is my home." "It's my home too." "Not after tomorrow." A muscle in his brow twitched. "What's that supposed to mean?" I held up my phone screen for him to see. The first draft of the divorce papers was already saved. Adrian's face went ice-cold. "You want a divorce over something this small?" Something this small. I chewed on those words, then nodded. Adrian drew a deep breath. "Serena, marriage isn't one of your court cases. It's not black and white."

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

Tyler sneered as he spoke, slowly, to drive his point. He didn't give her a chance to retort and continued. "As long as we aren't divorced you have to behave yourself as my wife. You can entertain as many men as you want in the future when we're divorce." Tyler slammed the gas pedal and drove off. Jade held her seat, panicking as Tyler drove like a formula racer. Jade couldn't hold it anymore and yelled. "You're crazy! Slow down! You're getting us killed!" But the more she yelled the more Tyler drove fast. Her already big blue eyes got even bigger as they were about to crash into a car.

“Who is offering you sex here, Evelyn? Is he Max? That was why he stayed on your room for two hours?” Seriously? Had Zuriel gone bonkers after returning to his Pack? Without any reservations, I punched his shoulder to bring him back to the real world. “Don’t blame others for your shortcomings, Zuriel. You are my husband and I want divorce. Be it a legal certificate, rejection or any other way. You and I are done here. I can’t spend my life as your leverage against my dad.” Zuriel raised his brow, his gray orbs were ablaze with fury.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

On the night of my tenth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband, his female secretary called him. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled away and started to leave. I couldn't stop myself from confronting him. He sighed, yet his tone was inexplicably relaxed. "So you finally figured it out. Elowen is young and insecure. She's afraid I'll fall in love with your body again. "She's adorable. Now that I've tasted something young and vibrant, why would I ever settle for what’s withered and spent?" A chill spread through my body, and I stood there frozen. "Silas, that's not a funny joke." He didn't answer. He merely shot me a look of disgust. "She's underestimating hersel

The pen in Ian’s hands shattered to oblivion and she startled as he slowly rounded back to face her and she was faced with the most offended look she had ever seen. “Over my dead rotten body”, he raised an eyebrow. “I don’t care if you have to die for it, we’re getting a divorce. It’s not like you’re acting like a husband, you’ll definitely not miss having a wife”, she said, her voice firm and determined. It wasn’t really like she actually wanted the divorce – she had watched countless videos on her phone that documented their harmonious coexistence so she wanted to shock him into acting normally again. “Not in your life. You’re stuck with me till the afterlife”, Ian grinned in a way that se