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

Fredrick whispered the names of these apparently distinguished people and I forget it the second I move from them to the next person. “When does this end?” I whisper to Fredrick, “What do you mean? It only just started, to your left, Miss Bayek, her divorce brought in the most revenue for divorce cases two years ago, smile.” I gasp, “The one with the obvious fake boobs? Why do I have to smile at her? We already handled her case.” I whisper back, “That was her third divorce, and she just got engaged again, to another billionaire, the owner of the Jace Motors, Jacob Holden.”

"Clara, if I had known how nasty you were, I would never have agreed to marry you." "Mr. Oscar, don't worry; everyone discovers an important life lesson at the appropriate moment. I'd like to divorce you in exchange for 200 billion dollars. We can meet in court if you don't have any money left. Now excuse me; don't call me until there's an emergency. I'm not as free as you are. I have a lot of things to explore. I'm now a Hollywood superstar, as you are already aware." Her malicious chuckle echoed in my ears.

I let the smirk fade from my face, my tone dropping into a cold warning. “Let this serve as a warning to you, Justin. I’m not your average wife—and I’m definitely not the Alexa who used to cry and beg for your love. For your information, we are getting divorced. So, watch how you linger around me. Remember, seventy percent of your company shares are at stake here. Seven days from now, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to spare your precious properties. Wisen up, Justin… and don’t let your wicked mother drag you straight to hell.” I turned a sharp, cutting glare toward Felicia. She stood frozen, her face flushed with humiliation, her body stiff like she’d just been caught in the middle of a

Of course, a lot of people recognised me. I ignored the driver as my phone started buzzing in my purse. I knew what it was but I wasn't ready to face it yet. But then, I just couldn't escape facing it everywhere. The driver turned on his radio that minute and of course the first thing that had to come on was my divorce announcement. Gosh! “Breaking news! Billionaire Atlas Belmont has just announced his divorce during his acceptance speech at—” "Turn that off!" I barked, my patience snapping and he did as told but a few minutes later, he turned back to me.

he sounded sad, but I loved him—surely not more than Jade but just enough. “Why don’t you divorce her then? You're a billionaire; I’m sure you can get any pretty woman you want.” “Are you crazy?!” He raised his voice, “How can I divorce my wife? Why would I even do that?” “I’m so sorry, sir; I just thought since she’s complicated—”

Billy couldn't help but chuckle, "Does it make a difference if you pay or not? Can a thousand dollars suddenly turn into ten thousand?" Lana remained silent. David was truly heartless. He lived in such a luxurious mansion while leaving his child and ex-wife to suffer. He was undoubtedly a scoundrel. Stella crossed her arms arrogantly. "It's your call. Now, speak. What's the deal with you and this woman today? Need money? Sorry, I don't have any to spare." Billy reiterated, "I don't want to waste my breath on you. I just want to see David."

She said proudly. “I spent over a billion dollars, you know for a fact that I can't lose money. Transfer the money to me and she's yours. I would divorce her and you can have her.“ Hearing this I spat out the food in my mouth, coughing loudly. My chest hurts, taking a glass of water I gulped it down. The loud gulping was irritating but I couldn't help it. They both turned, glaring at me in anger. I couldn't believe my ears, did I just hear a billion dollars?

New hair, new me, new rich millionaire version of Alexis! I wore a short, tight blue dress—long sleeves, deep V-neck—and sneakers. Because heels are the devil's invention, and I wanted to dance without hating my life tomorrow. Tonight, we were getting lit. One last night of pure fun before leaving New York forever. As Sierra and I danced, she leaned in and shouted over the music, "I need to dash to the restroom! Be right back!" I nodded, too busy dancing my millionaire worries away. Two million dollars sitting pretty in my account. Life was good.

“Are you crazy? You are actually giving up asking him for alimony? He's a billionaire; you could get a hundred million in alimony!” I chuckled bitterly. “It doesn't matter. I just want to divorce him as soon as possible. I am a millionaire on my own. I don't need him to raise my value.” Nancy shook her head. “But still, a hundred million…” She looked so pained that I almost chuckled. I shrugged. “Let him keep his money. We're bigger than that anyway. I just want to move on with my life.” “Awwn, girl. I totally get it.” Nancy reached out and squeezed my hand. “I'm here for you, no matter what.”

I cleared my throat and started to recite everything I had already decided on, “The profits stay a hundred percent mine. We might be married to the world but within these walls, we are not and our private lives must stay separate. There will be no jealousy, nothing of that sort.” He shrugged, “As you will see, all of that is in the deal anyway, no jealousy no falling in love, nothing complicated. It is only a business contract” I swallowed, my next words were going to change everything. “Then I agree, the documents?”