I'm Divorcing With You, Mr Billionaire! Novels & Stories

“Ah, but let me see, I recognize your face. You’re that rich cunt aren’t you that was married to the billionaire hotel man, Xander Staniopolis. You will be worth more to me than the cash in your purse.” “It’s not like that, he and I are divorced now.” His grip is so tight around my arm that it feels as if he is digging into the bone now as he drags me down an alley. It stinks, there are nothing but large garbage bins lined on either side, old cardboard boxes lay strewn around. It makes me shudder. “You would have had a pay out from the divorce, a settlement. You can’t fool me.” He uses his other hand and whips out his mobile from his jean pocket. It looks like he is scrolling and taking a p

“I didn't ask for your help, and like I said, you can rot in hell with your money.” I paused, before cracking the nutshell. “To admit, It was foolish of me to do things on my own accord. If you aren't dumb, you'd know I’m married to a billionaire, but I hate the attention. Money isn't my problem, and you wouldn't understand a mistake.” He took in the words, animosity echoing in my voice. “And insufficient funds,” he cocked a brow. “Mistakes don't happen like that.” “Sign the divorce papers, get rid of those things in your stomach… and leave my house.” The words repeated in my head like a mantra.

"I never want to see your face again!" "Are you crying?" He frowned, his brows creased in worry. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" He tried to reach for me but I stepped aside, feeling more irritated and angered. He must take me for a fool. "It's over, Aiden. We're done," my voice trembled but it was firm enough to get through to his head that I meant my words. "What the hell, Ana! What do you mean we are done?" "Have a nice life," I told him and walked past him, efficiently dragging my boxes behind me.

He called his *ssistant. "Zayn where are you" "In the office sir" "Can you come to the city hall to pick me up, if you are free" "Sure sir" He cut the call. He realized he is now a divorcee. He has one failed marriage. Rosalyn is no longer his wife. She will no longer wait for him when he comes late. She will no longer get jealous of Chanel. She will no longer try to impress him. She will no longer run his errands. She will no longer do anything for him.

He makes me feel so special and I failed to keep my promise to him. I secretly got my divorce papers ready and waited for him to return from one of his business trips. "What is it??” He asked immediately and I told him we needed to talk. I got so scared but I summoned the courage at once to think of Owen. "I want out!! these are the divorce papers!” He laughed like a psychopath.

"Because Brian is not worth that much. Don't waste your time battling over twenty-five million dollars. We'll get even in a smarter way." Adrian paused briefly before adding, "When you marry me, you'll be worth billions." The thought of becoming an instant billionaire made Riley choke on her food. She drank an entire glass of water to clear her throat. She mused, 'He sure knows how to catch me off guard.' "My grandfather will be returning from his trip next month. I need to introduce you as my girlfriend, so your divorce must be finalized before then," Adrian announced. He raised his chin, flaunting his perfectly proportioned face.

chaos on the bed. “Sharon has left! She doesn’t love you anymore. Don’t waste your tears crying for a woman like her!” But Bruce continued to roar, seemingly not listening to Aileen’s words. “Why did you leave when I’m paralyzed now? But you don’t have to worry. My legs will get better in the future. I don’t want a divorce with you.” Aileen sighed in annoyance. “Bruce! Listen to Mom! You are a strong person! She’s not worth it.” Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes.

Damson’s face darkened, anger fl‍ashing in hi‍s eyes. Bella smirked,‍ tilting her head. “How much is that, anyway?” she said casually. “I’ll refund it.” Dam‍son smirked at her words. Maya felt a flicker of confusion,‍ but then she read wha‍t he typed f‍or her. Her chest tightened. If you don’t want to leave, then file for a divorce‍ and go. The money you paid will be returned to you.

She was shocked upon seeing Victor on his knees and tears brewing in his eyes like a child whose chocolate was seized. “Thank goodness you came, Nita. I am sure your husband would be able to help me out. I-I mean help us out.” Mentioning her husband made her voice out. “We are getting a divorce. That is by the way, Uncle, what is going on?” Victor quickly stood up and held her hand tightly. “Sorry about your marriage crash. This is about the company. I did my best to handle the situation so I did not involve you but unfortunately, it didn’t end well.”

“What papers?” I moved slowly, dread dripping down my spine as I reached the desk and my eyes skimmed through the words. DIVORCE. I gasped, the word cutting the air out of my lungs. “Divorce? W…what is the meaning of this? My voice cracked horribly. “Adrian… what did I do?” Adrian didn’t even look at me as he adjusted his cufflinks. “What you did or didn’t do,” he said flatly, “is none of my business.”