Novel & Cerita The Billion-dollar Divorce

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?”

Day after our wedding, Donna had cried about how stressful work was. So I offered her $600K a year, no strings. By day three, she slapped a divorce agreement on the table. "Hector, your money's an insult. Might as well just sign this now. You can add your name whenever." She signed it fast, like she was canceling a subscription. I freaked. Begged. Apologized. Even slapped myself like a total mess. While I was spiraling—literally clawing at my scalp—she smacked me a few times through her own tears... then smiled.

“Sarah is his darling. How could he bring himself to beat her up brutally?” Ryan pursed his thin lips. Heidi said helplessly, “When Rodney discussed the divorce with Sarah, he even borrowed 50 million dollars from his dad, saying that Sarah agreed to get a divorce if she was given 80 million dollars. In truth, Rodney lied to his dad. He forked out 100 million dollars to divorce Sarah of his own accord and even compensated her with the villa and mansion in Canberra and the States. He wanted her to pay him back, but she refused to do it.”

I sniffed and wiped my cheeks, before Salsa whispered, “Do you know the marriage agreement says that if you accept divorce the Fanny’s will compensate you with ten million dollars?” I shook my head in confirmation, “Yes, I have read it several times, Salsa,” I replied and screwed up my face to ask, “What are you insinuating I do?” Salsa shot a quarrelsome gaze at me, “Are you still asking me such rhetorical question?” she snapped, “There is still an opportunity to accept the divorce. Have you ever counted ten million dollars in your life? You were born and raised in poverty. Instead of accepting the divorce and becoming richer, you are pledging your love for Brian, who may die in the coma…”

"30 billion?" Celeste hummed. For a moment, Matthias didn't know whether to be angry or amused. Then he said, "If Trevor can really keep his word, I think you can agree to it. After all, you're not dating anyone right now. Delaying the divorce a bit won't really harm you. But 30 billion dollars is no small sum." That was exactly what Celeste had thought the night before, which was why she agreed.

It wasn't until a car appeared on the distant highway that they became excited, all crowding toward the entrance for a better angle. They were staking me out, hoping to capture a firsthand shot, while I watched from my office upstairs in the hospital, peering through the blinds at the scene below. I couldn't imagine what headlines they would pair with the images, as my story was indeed full of drama. The young billionaire remained unknown until her divorce, when her ex-husband died at the hands of his lover. The lover was about to be imprisoned, and in the courtroom before imprisonment, she tearfully and desperately told the judge that she had contracted HIV, pleading for a more humane judgm

"I don't mean that." Kent's tone was firm. "I just think that the hidden danger that you are worried about exists, no matter if I am married to her or not, or if I am divorced or not. My divorce from her doesn't change anything. It would be better to hurry up and find someone to delete all those photos from the past." Pinel frowned. “You guys marrying is a mistake. You must divorce!”

“My daughter is going to be a mother.” Tears stung my eyes again. “Yes.” Victor gave a small approving nod. “That makes things even more complicated.” My father frowned. “What do you mean?” I told him everything. The divorce. The manipulation. The Carter family’s plan. The hidden tests. The inheritance. And the video. By the time I finished, my father’s expression had turned dangerously cold. “So my brother hasn’t changed,” he said quietly. “No,” I replied. “He’s worse.” Sam Speaks

“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.”

I retorted and she shut her trap. “She is already married to him." “Your bastard wants him, she has been fucking him already." I reply and he made a face but I don't give a flying fuck. “Get them divorced and pay my debt, get her married to him and the deal with your friend is sealed.” I eased into the couch. “It doesn't work that way!" “You knew about the arranged HIV patients, didn't you?" I asked Liliana and again I felt Valentina stiffen up. “That has nothing to do with the current discussion." She hissed at me.