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

Just as I was walking away, I whipped my body around once more to confront the snobby store manager. "You'll regret this!" I shouted. "By turning me away, you'll be offending THE Victor Russo! The most influential billionaire in this city is MY husband! I hope you're not afraid of making enemies!" The store manager simply snorted in response and was completely unfazed. "Oh, little child, I'm not scared of your husband one bit. We've long been enemies, and I have no intention of backing down.

“You are my heart and soul, Mia. I want us to start over properly. Let this marriage and everything attached to it go.” She blinks in surprise. “What?” “I just told legal not to fight the divorce. I told them I wanted the prenup destroyed. All of it. And I told them my mother gets no access to any of my personal legal business anymore.” She just stares at me. “We can build our own Common Ground.” “But all that money you put into it…” I shrug. “I’ve had some investments come good lately. You win some, you lose some. Let them have it.”

' 'Socialite Aurora Vale Dragged for Causing Husband to Cheat' ‘The fall from grace’ ‘Vale heiress goes into hiding after divorce. ‘The fall of the great.’ I held my breath as I clicked on the first article. > ‘Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces’ > After months of silence, new details have emerged about the shocking divorce between billionaire heir Damien Sinclair and his ex-wife, Aurora Vale.

I yelled as angry tears left my eyes. Nate bowed his head momentarily as he walked away from me. “This news must never leave this room. Hate me all you want but what is done is done and I can never grant you divorce. You will no longer be allowed access to the penthouse, it has been sold. Your things will be brought to you tomorrow. We are husband and wife, Vivian, till death do us fucking part.” he said and left the room closing the door behind him while I slipped down to my knees and wept till I passed out.

Aaliyah’s POV If someone had told me two years ago that I would one day divorce Henry and almost immediately marry a billionaire I met in a club, I would have laughed so hard I might have fallen off my chair. Maybe even thrown my drink at them saying it was insulting. Not in a million years would I have believed it. And yet here I was; standing in the middle of a beautiful home Orrin bought for us, his hand holding mine and his eyes locked on me like I was the only person that existed in the world.

I divorced Yvanna to be with her. She promised me to have a better future if I chose her instead of my wife. And I agreed to it, in fact, I already have the divorce paper notarized to make it valid. That's her primary recommendation for having a relationship with her. "So, don't you dare expect me to return even the car cays to you because I don't have them in the first place," she added without any sign of guilt or regret in her voice. "Please, don't break up with me, Veronica. I'm begging you," Everyone in the office dragged their startled eyes on me. I'm a natural-born billionaire.

my response was quick and firm but my voice sounded squeaky as I had to force the word out of my mouth. "Great. Let's get divorced," Finally! Freedom!

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

might be miserable, but Ashley? Ashley is about to secure the bag. This is enough to secure my future for a life time. Thank you for dying, Arianna. I’m making money without lifting a finger. 50 fucking million. Or should I thank the writer? Thank you author for creating this billionaire fantasy word. This place is strange after all. I’m definitely gaining not losing. And I’ll get more money after the divorce. “Are you listening “ he said. “I’m in my lovely husband.” I said sarcastically.

It was his ring. “That’s my wedding ring. You can have it because I’m done with you. When you’re ready, let me know so we can get a divorce and go our separate ways. And before you think of running your mouth, think of your options. You’re a beautiful lady with a f*cking sweet kitty like you said. You can easily f*ck your way into the life of a billionaire and get the to live the life of your dreams. Or you can let your emotions get the best of you, run to Freya with our secret, get her to break up with me, and end up with nothing. Because I still wouldn’t choose you, and I would make sure you remain useless for the rest of your wretched life.”