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

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

I shrugged, choosing my words with care. ‘No, not about the boss per se. He is brilliant. And reliable. And let’s be honest, he’s ridiculously easy on the eyes. But personally, I wouldn’t date a billionaire. Not after…’ I trailed off, but both Kai and Roy knew I was talking about Cary. The spectacular drama of my divorce was common knowledge. ‘Boss is different,’ Kai argued. ‘He’s not like, you know, the others.’

“Today we officially can end our marriage. All you need to do is sign the document.” Jazz reached out and took the paper. Without looking at it she teared it into pieces then told him to put it back in his pocket. The media vultures circling need not see what this was all about. “Are you sure Jazz?” “I am Jack. I married a billionaire so I am going to divorce a billionaire.” She said cheekily.

“This is about a divorce.” Attorney Salvador’s eyes widened slightly, as they always did whenever she was surprised. “I can try to counsel your husband. Affairs and scandals are nothing new amongst the rich and famous. A divorce is in nobody’s interest, especially yours---" Olivia cut in. “I’m divorcing Sebastian, not the other way around.” She clarified. The brilliant attorney Salvador stared at Olivia for several seconds, confused. “You’re divorcing Mr Gilbert?” She repeated. Olivia affirmed with a nod of her head. “Mrs Gilbert, you are married to a billionaire. Divorcing your husband would be a tedious, complicated process---"

My father acted just the same, so I've had enough practice to stand up to this double-ass. With mock disappointment, I slumped my shoulders and peered up at Josh who was glaring at me. "Dang it. So you mean to tell me I've gone through all this trouble of reeling your hot billionaire ass in for nothing? We’re not getting married without a pre-nup so I can divorce you twelve months later, take a chunk of all you own and run off with your best friend? Man, that’s a bummer." I sighed dramatically. “Oh well. Know any other rich and single sucker you could hook me up with?”

Ginevra loved Leandra, but to him, she was never more than a wife in name. When his first love returns, Ginevra decides she has had enough and files for divorce. Just as Leandra begins to realize what he has lost, Ginevra disappears. Years later, she returns as a completely different woman, and wants her back. But this time, Ginevra has one question: “Why should I be your wife again?”

Chapter 182 Elowen Headlines. Dozens of them. All from two days ago. BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND ANNOUNCES DIVORCE: "WE'VE DECIDED TO GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS" REMORSEFUL BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND ISSUES APOLOGY TO WIFE AFTER PREVIOUS VIDEO BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND ADRAIN, ADDRESSES DIVORCE: "I WAS HURT AND LASHED OUT"

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"You can't seriously regret divorcing her just because she's rich." Adrian looked at her quietly. "You think this is about money?" "Isn't it?" He let out a tired laugh. "I found out yesterday that she was dying when I ignored her phone call." Vanessa froze. "What?" "I discovered she gave up her entire family to marry me." He rubbed his forehead. "And I never even asked what she'd left behind." Vanessa remained silent. "Do you know what hurts the most?" She didn't answer. "I can't remember the last time I asked whether she was happy."

To the paparazzi lining the docks, we were the ultimate scandal: the billionaire couple who had cheated death and a divorce, returning to their ancestral roots for a "Reconciliation Honeymoon." "Smile, Rachelle," Nikolai whispered, his hand resting possessively on my waist. He looked every bit the powerful Santoro heir in his linen suit, though I could feel the tension in the muscles of his back. "The cameras need to see a woman who has forgotten everything but her husband’s touch."