Millionaire Divorce Manga Novels & Stories

Positioning. The marriage. The contracts. The investments in my name. The insurance policies. The sudden urgency lately. My chest tightened painfully. “He married me for money?” “For access.” The word felt worse. Access. To what? To inheritance? To ownership? To control? Before I could speak, a loud metallic clang echoed through the warehouse. We both froze. Footsteps. More than one. The man’s expression hardened instantly. “You shouldn’t have come alone,” he muttered. “You told me to come!”

My signature was already there, bold and black. "Is this some kind of joke?" Nikolai’s voice was a low growl. "You don't divorce me, Rachelle. We have a merger. We have legacies." "The merger is safe. My father and I have already discussed the restructuring of the Veronesi-Santoro distribution deal. You'll keep your margins, but you lose the wife." I stood up, smoothing out my skirt. "I’ve spent three years being the 'ice queen' wife you hated. I’ve spent three years watching you buy her jewelry with the money my family helped you consolidate. I'm bored, Nikolai. Truly, deeply bored of you."

The sound left the room feeling smaller, as if it had just shrunk. I pulled my phone out in one swift and steady movement and thumbed open Officer Miller’s email on the screen. The blue-white glow threw a pale light across Jessie’s face and made the bruise at her temple look like a shadow from another life. I began to type fast, not because my fingers were frantic but because some things had to be catalogued before the edges of them blurred. ‘Officer Miller, It’s Jessie’s attorney. I wanted to provide a source of information. Jessie is currently entangled in a volatile divorce from her husband, local millionaire Alan James. He is not reconciled to her separation and recently, Jessie discover

one of them giggled. "Yeah," the other sighed. "He never looked at Mrs. Gallagher like that." "I feel bad for her," the first one added. "Even Henry's calling Madeline Mom now." "Think he's gonna kick her out soon?" "Oh definitely. Let's bet on how long she lasts." I smiled bitterly and whispered under my breath, "Don't waste your money. You'll all lose." They didn't know. I was already divorced. Back in my room, I sat by the window, waiting for my lawyer's call.

He talks a lot but his good looks make you forget about that in a minute. He smiled back. "So, gentlemen, let's get to the order of the day," Nathan's lawyer took over from Francis. "Thank you, Francis. We have some terms here for the divorce. If I may, can I proceed?" "Yes," Francis and I chorused. "Good. Firstly, Mr. Lancaster wants to pay you a total of five hundred thousand dollars as a settlement for the divorce," "I don't want his money," I replied firmly. I don't have any interest in Nathan's money. I didn't ask for a divorce to get some part of his money, I needed the divorce for my freedom.

Her eyes, reddened from tears, met Dickson's, her heart pounding in her chest, her voice trembled. "I don’t care about that 200 million," Amanda declared, her words laced with a quiet defiance. The mention of 200 million dollars hung in the air, like a joke, satirising her passion for him. She drew a shaky breath, steadying herself before she spoke. "I won't sign the divorce papers, unless you grant me one last wish," she insisted, her voice still trembling, but now with a different approach. "You last wish?" he asked, a hint of impatience threading through his tone.

She yelled, and his eyes lit up as he let out a throaty chuckle. Her stomach dipped at that evil look in his eyes. It felt like she never knew this man. "My wife, you forgot to read the clauses of our marriage contract. Let me enlighten you with one," he mused in that deep voice, taking a step closer. Innessa's fingers trembled in fear, but it took everything in her to stay rooted to her spot. "If you want to divorce me, then you'll have to pay me 50 million. Think you can do that? Then sure, go ahead, hand over the money, and I'll let you go," he smirked.

My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I picked it up. One new email, sitting at the top of the screen like a door standing open. Harrison & Lowe — Your divorce agreement is attached. Please review and sign at your convenience. Five days, the lawyer had said. He was right on time. I opened the attachment and read the first line — Dissolution of marriage between Kyle Branson and Mia Williams — clean, clinical, cold. For once, the coldness of a contract felt like mercy. "What is that?" Kyle asked.

"Just turned down ten million dollars. Please tell me I'm not crazy." Three dots appeared immediately. Lillian was typing frantically. "YOU DID WHAT?!?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" I grimaced, typing back: "Mrs. Smith—Aiden's aunt—offered me 5 mil to divorce him, then doubled it when I refused. TEN MILLION, Lillian!" "And you said NO?? Girl, that's enough money to buy a private island! Or fund your dad's retirement! Or just, I don't know, BE RICH FOREVER?"

We just talked. We talked about everything: old memories, school days, silly jokes. We laughed until our stomachs hurt. But then her expression grew serious. "Aliyah... what happened to you? You just disappeared. I tried calling, messaging... I thought something terrible had happened." I took a deep breath. "It's a long story. But... I'm divorced now." Her eyes widened. "Divorced? From Liam Hemsworth?" I nodded. "Yes. It was... complicated. He never loved me. The marriage was a mistake from the beginning."