Lisa Strand Maa Divorce Novels & Stories

I ask, watching Liz sit down in the chair in front of me. "According to Vivian, from marketing, it was Gisele who filed for divorce, because she is already with another man, an Argentinean businessman. "Arthur Rodrigues did not react well at all, he is still completely in love with her and everyone has commented that he is unable to accept the separation. That Arthur is completely in love with his wife, that I already knew. But that doesn't explain why he schism that he wanted Mariana now that he is single, not willingly of course.

“Six?” “Yes.” Aurora laughed softly in disbelief. “That’s unbelievable.” Lucien shrugged. “It’s also accurate.” Aurora paced again, her thoughts racing. “So let me see if I understand this.” Lucien nodded. “Go ahead.” “Tonight I divorced one billionaire.” “Correct.” “And now I’m apparently meeting five more.” Lucien grinned. “When you say it like that, it sounds like a very unusual evening.” Aurora gave him a look. “It is a very unusual evening.”

The only person who visited him during that time was Damon, who brought two documents with him: the divorce agreement Ryland had signed and the finalized property settlement. He handed both to Ryland, who was alone, completing his discharge paperwork. "Mr. Webster, the waiting period has ended. As of today, you and Ms. Cameron are officially divorced." Looking at his own signature on the divorce papers, Ryland thought back to a month earlier. Back then, he'd watched eagerly as I signed my name. Now all that remained was despair. He laughed at himself for believing he could have everything he wanted. He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end.

After processing everything, she collected herself and tried to stop her, "I think you should think about it once more. This is not the solution. I am sure that Mr. Black still loves you. Don't make any decision hastily." "I have no time.” Lisa was persistent in her decision, “Daniel gave me 5 days' time and today is the 3rd day. He already messaged me that the divorce agreement is ready. At the end of the fifth day I need to go back to him, but I won't. Before that, I need to leave." "But why do you want to leave? If he deletes those photographs and video, there is no need to leave, right?"

She needed to act fast before it was too late. Once in the parking lot, Lisa called her lawyer to initiate divorce proceedings. Afterward, she decided to go home to retrieve her luxury belongings before they could be seized over her husband’s embezzlement charges. She no longer cared about her husband’s fate; Lisa planned to file for divorce and distance herself—and the Taylor family—from his downfall. For a moment, Lisa felt relieved it was only the Brown family’s misfortune. She intended to bring her son to live with her at the Taylors’.

“Now we’re alone.” She stepped closer. Close enough that her perfume wrapped around me again. Her fingers slid up to my collar, adjusting it slowly. My hand moved on instinct. I caught her wrist before she could smooth it down. “We’re getting married next month,” Lisa said, frustration bleeding through her polished tone. “How much longer am I supposed to wait?” I stayed silent. Lisa wasn’t just my fiancée. She was strategy. Her mother, Bernice, was the largest shareholder in my father’s company.

she said, and I shook my head. “So, what made you come to your senses?” I asked. “Miss Taylor…” Clara called out my name, but I wasn't in the mood for sweet talking her. “It's okay,” Lisa said. “I can take the scolding. As long as it from her.” “The answer to your questions comes in different form. I tried to get a divorce all those years, but my parents wouldn't let me. My marriage to Steve was the only thing keeping the company together,” she said, and I scoffed. Remembering my stepmother.

“There’s no need to concern yourself with that. I believe the responsibility lies with me. You shouldn’t have had to see any of it. It’s standard practice for me to lock the outer door during appointments—I simply failed to do so that day.” I shifted on the couch. “She said you promised her there won’t be any more female clients… After the last one.” His jaw tightened—just a flicker, but I caught it. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. “Mia, I want to be clear. What you saw and what she said, it’s not what it sounded like.” “Then what was it?” He rubbed his face with one hand, dragged it down over his mouth. “Lisa and I have been separated for almost three years. The divor

“ I know you want me back Lisa… I can keep you close and She’ll never know we are still together. Just enter the car and I’ll move you to somewhere far away from bri…” Before he could even complete the trash leaving his lips, I landed another hot slap that made him almost attack me… but he held himself anyways, hands still on his face. Good. I wasn’t done. “I’m not yours anymore, Adrian. We’re divorced. Remember? You made sure of that.” I said in rage. His jaw twitched. “You don’t understand, Lisa,” he muttered. “You were mine…” he still tried to speak which was so unnatural coming from him.

A divorce? Ryan couldn’t believe his ears. That wasn’t a word he was expecting to hear coming out of Larisa’s mouth. He took a look at the documents in his hands and sure enough, they were divorce papers and Larisa’s resignation letter. He glared at Larisa and questioned, “Are you throwing a tantrum because of what happened earlier today? Is that why you’re giving me these documents?” Larisa shook her head and replied, “It’s not that. I’ve been wanting to have a divorce for a long time now. Now that Ivy is back, you can freely be with the woman you love.”