Mr. hunter, madam want a divorced again Novels & Stories

He dialed the number again, and this time the person picked up almost immediately. "What took you so long to pick up, bitch," the person scolded. "Don't talk to me like that. I am far older than you, and I warned you not to call — only I do the calling, or do you want my family to find out?" a feminine voice spoke. "Whatever, how did it go?" the hooded person asked. "I couldn't convince her not to proceed with the divorce, and there's something you should know," the feminine voice said. "Fuck. What?" the hooded person spat. "She's getting married." "What!"

“Ms. Harrington, can you describe the circumstances under which you left the Marwood residence six years ago?” My throat tightened, but I forced my voice steady. “I left because Alex had demanded a divorce, and I no longer felt safe there. My priority was protecting myself and my children.” “You mean your twins?” “Yes.” “Were they fathered by Alexander Marwood?” I glanced briefly at Clarke, who gave a small nod. “Yes.” “And did Mr. Marwood give you permission to leave?” My jaw clenched. “We were divorced. I didn’t need permission. I did what was necessary for my children.”

The choice is all yours. He then turned on his heel, and stepped back, looking like a hunter, who was one step away from hunting his prey. Then he paused at the grand entrance, and looked back over his shoulder with a sharp smirk. "And Elara, I won't sign those divorce paperz. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I'll never sign. So pack your things. I’ll be back for you and my daughter in the morning" He declared, his voice firm and cold, echoing through the silent mansion like a storm.

“The word ‘divorce’ doesn't exist in my dictionary, flamingo. You don't seem to get this or even understand what you are into,” She closed her eyes briefly, taking another step. “Rowan, this is past midnight and I am too tired to have more fights with you. We would divorce and that is final,” “Says who?” I laughed, eyes darkening on her. “Seraphina, there is no out in this marriage,” “What are you going to do? Hold a gun to my head? Tie me up?” “If I have to,” “Rowan,” She cried, a tear tracking down her cheek as she ripped her hand through her hair.

Her hands clenched at the sides of her shirt, searching for courage. "I don't know anything about my father's plans. And I... never slept with anyone before." Darlene swallowed, her voice trembling. "You... were the first in everything." Landen was silent for a moment. There was something in the woman's gaze that made him melt a little. But he quickly dismissed it, remembering his deep hatred and resentment for her father. Landen laughed sarcastically. He took a deep breath and looked at Darlene sharply. "Then sign this." He placed a paper on the table. Divorce papers.

Hunter was immediately silent on daddy's question and drank some water first as dad asked another question. "Aren't the properties you own not enough? Do you still think that you couldn't afford to give your child a comfortable life? I will double your assets, oh, I'll make it triple, just give us a grandchild. " "It's not like that dad." Hunter finally answered. "I just want to spend more time with my wife. You know, we didn't really know each other before marriage. So I want to know her more, and make more memories with her."

"Now that they finally know what you are capable of, let's see who dares to belittle you now! Lilih, you better not agree to take back that Edward. They have to show more sincerity before you can even consider that option." "I'm not getting married again." Liana replied softly, and Jack was surprised. "You better not get married again. Go find someone better than Edward White!" "But, I don't want to get married again!" "What?" Jack turned to look at her in shock. "How can you not get married? Liana, you need love in your life, I couldn't bear to see you end up alone." "Jack, are we going away with me overseas?" Liana spoke out of nowhere, cutting the subject off completely.

It would seem wrong so soon after Helena’s death. Quinn approached first, giving me a tight hug. "Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair," she said, a genuine smile lighting her face. "Now if you need a good divorce lawyer…" She laughed when Hunter swung his intense eyes on her. "I'm joking, calm the farm, will you. You know I'd look for a hitman first." My mouth dropped open, had Quinn said something to Hunter? "Quinn." "Don't worry, Grace, Hunter can take it, he is a big boy. He just needs to know I'll be watching."

“Good morning, Dylan.” “Good morning,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “I want to file for divorce.” There was a pause. Just a brief one, but it was there. “From your wife?” “Yes.” “Are you sure?” he asked carefully. “This is not something we should discuss over the phone. And it is your second marriage.” “I am sure,” I replied. “Start the process. I want everything done properly and quickly.” “All right,” he said after a moment. “I will prepare the documents and get back to you today.”

“What’s this?” “Divorce papers,” Hunter replied flatly, his voice calm but firm. “I don’t want to drag this out, Serena. I’ve made my decision.” Serena let out a dry laugh. There was no joy in it. “So you finally grew a spine. Handing me divorce papers… after everything I’ve done for you?” Hunter remained standing, locking eyes with his wife. “I know this isn’t easy. But our marriage has been dead for a long time. We’ve been staying together out of habit, not love. I don’t want to keep hurting each other.”