Millionaire Divorce Manga Novels & Stories

he said flatly, “is none of my business.” My heart stopped. “The truth is,” he continued, slipping his phone into his pocket, “I’m tired of seeing your face every other day.” “You’re a contract wife, Elena. Nothing more. The deal was simple: give me a child, and I, pay for your professional exam. Which, might I remind you, cost millions.” My fingers tightened around the divorce papers until they crumpled. “Adrian…” My voice broke. “The contract stated five years. This is just four. Adrian, please…please don’t do this to me. I’ve fallen for you. I…”

“Dylan wants this, too. In fact, he brought it up last night. I simply fast-tracked the process.” Tears filled my eyes. “Last night? He… he only mentioned divorce last night. How did you even get papers printed and stamped by morning? That’s not possible.” Eva laughed softly. “Money makes things very possible.” I shook my head. “I’m not signing anything. And if something like this is to be done, it should come from my husband, not you.” Eva smirked. “Oh, if you want it from him, then fine. Maybe this will help.”

Gisselle was a little incredulous. "Who cares? He promised to give me 160 million dollars after we get divorced. Since the agreement has been signed, I will bear with it." "160 million dollars?" Gisselle was speechless. "Then won't you directly become a rich woman after getting divorced? Is Russell willing?" Chelsea imagined her life after having 160 million dollars. Chelsea narrowed her eyes and said, "Giving me 160 million dollars is letting him off easy. With Russell's bad temper, other than me, who can stand him?"

“I’m not an expert in this kind of agreement but it shouldn’t have an offer in money for the time spent in a fake marriage? It’s a contract after all and you’re buying a wife” “Glad you ask” he gives me a side smile, taking another paper from a brown file. “This is the inicial payment but it’s open to discussion” The paper had written in bold letters: divorce agreement and the sum of money was unthinkable. “Ten million dollars?” I gasped. “It’s not enough?” He asks genuinely. “Are you mocking me, sir? Do you know how much money this is?” “I’m fully aware, indeed. But I also know some people have greater… standards.” Greater prices, he wants to say.

Mandy's hands trembled as she tore open the envelope. Her heart pounded in her chest, a sickening mixture of dread and curiosity swirling in her stomach. The paper felt heavy between her fingers as she unfolded it, revealing a neatly folded newspaper inside. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to open it and see what horrible surprise awaited her this time. The headline screamed at her: **"The Divorced and Rejected Wife of the Famous Billionaire Ramsey Wendel is Getting Married to the Norton's Cleaner, Dwight Cullen."**

“Stop pretending. Ruining my marriage is EXACTLY what you meant to do.” Then I locked eyes with Jordyn. “Either come home with me, right now,” I told him, “or we're getting a divorce.” “There’s no need to be so dramatic, Cassandra,” Jordyn scoffed. “Stop making a scene. Here.” He got off the bed and reached for his pants. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and held out his credit card. “Leave us,” he said, thrusting the credit card at me. “There’s plenty of money in the bank account, but if you run out, just use this.”

Snow said coldly. “I don’t know what nonsense you’re spitting, but if you want a divorce, go ahead. If not, I have more important things to do.” Kiran was dying to know about ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’ and the York family’s enemies. He did not want to be bothered by these trivial matters. “I’ll divorce you once you give me a hundred billion!” Snow stretched out her dainty little hand and looked at Kiran, forcing an answer out of him. Kiran was frustrated. Where would he get one hundred billion? So, he turned to leave.

I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. "Walk one step out of this couch with that beautiful wound again and I'll give you a divorce, for real." I laughed at his stupid joke. There is no way in the hell he would destroy his own plan! I turned around to see his face all serious, he ducked his hands into his folder bag before sliding a file towards me. I lifted it up, tentatively opening its cover to find my brains straight into the gutter. It was a divorce agreement with my alimony of 100 million! What the-

Thiago kept silent. The clerk lowered his head and processed the divorce. Kira looked at her watch and said, “Please hurry up; I’ve got things to do.” “I see in the materials that you don’t have children. Are there any assets to be divided?” the clerk asked. Kira said, “No.” Thiago was silent. He originally wanted to give her some financial compensation, but she refused. Now she was the heiress of the Hamilton Group. The money he could give seemed more like an insult to her.

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do