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

She assured, trying to keep her hope alive, even though her fear was making it difficult. “Mom and Dad will be furious if you get divorced so easely.” Grace sighed, clearly worried about her sister. "I've heard them talking about how they're going to get the most money out of Mr. Vamcap, while you're here.” “Well, that's their problem. Because I'm going to get away from this house and we're both going to make our dreams come true. Together, as always.” Rose hugged her sister, placing a soft kiss on her long, straight hair honey brown, exactly like hers, as she tried to hold back her own tears as she felt Grace’s start to wet her shoulder.

One night as I wait anxiously for any update of Marius’ whereabouts from papa’s hired private investigator, the TV’s screen switches to breaking news. And my heart seems to stop beating. Marius and Mei Zhou are shown together, locking arms. And the news banner at the bottom of the screen says: Is Marius Thorne divorcing his mentally-unstable wife for the Chinese Billionaire, Mei Zhou?

“Well, thank you Mr. and Mrs. Hargrave for joining us. That concludes our segment. We wish you the best.” As the lights dimmed and the cameras stopped rolling, we walked off the set, and I noticed Jessica Hargrave speaking rapidly into her phone, with a tensed faced. At that moment the realization hit me than ever before. I wasn't just married to a billionaire. I was married to a brand, and this brand would soon bleed me to death. Once we got to his sports car, I pulled away from him. "You didn’t defend me," I said, barely above a whisper.

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

An irony. "What about your divorce, Nathalie?" Lilian asked suddenly. "Isn't it true that you are a newly divorced woman?" "Yes," Nathalie answered quickly. "That's right. My ex-husband has a mistress WHO IS PREGNANT WITH HIS CHILD.They abused me and I don't want to be with a cheap and treacherous man like that, so I filed for divorce." Nathalie's firm words shocked Lilian and her face turned a little pale. He stared at Nathalie with annoyance that he didn't hide at all. Nathalie returned his gaze with a smile.

I drew back, "Isn't this what you've always wanted me to give you?" He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f*e is even embarrassing."

"Sebastian, no. No, please—" "I want a divorce, Vanessa!" His words shattered me into a million pieces. "In a few days, my company is signing a deal that's worth 2.3 billion dollars," he continued, his voice cold and businesslike, as though he were in a board meeting instead of destroying his wife. "I'll be on every major news channel, every business magazine, and every social media platform in the world. I'm going to be one of the richest men in the world, Vanessa." He paused, his eyes boring into mine. "And I can't have you anywhere near me."

Adrian’s wail echoed through the room, reverberating against the walls, filled with anguish, disbelief, and heartbreak. “Amelia… please… don’t do this to me,” he whispered, voice cracking, tears threatening. Slowly, she turned her gaze toward him, still kneeling, still pleading. Her eyes were clear, resolved, unflinching. “Adrian,” she said softly, but with an unshakable firmness, “just stop it. It’s too late for sorry, Mr. Billionaire. Sign the divorce papers. You will have ample time to move on with your mistress… without hide-and-seek games this time.”

Mom and I were preparing everything, making arrangements with the Pakistan people; we had agreed to meet at a certain hour, and I was truly excited. I mean, this would hurt both William and Ana—killing two birds with one stone. It seems I will not need to divorce William anymore; I mean, it would be fun to have him struggle to get married since I was already his wife and nowhere to be found to sign the papers, lol. “Instead of fifty, I will now have ten billion,” I said to myself as my mom started packing our bags. “I'll be a billionaire.”

“I’m leaving you. I’ve met my true mate—my destined one.” “What? Are you joking?” “No, I’m not… We need a divorce.”