The Billion-dollar Divorce Novels & Stories

At that moment, she continued, “You must divorce him. But my daughter, you need to be clear on one thing. He was the one who went to borrow that eight hundred thousand dollars. That’s his debt. You need to outline that clearly in the divorce agreement. Do you understand that? “Just let him have all the debts. Hurry up and get the divorce done. I’ll arrange for blind dates for you tonight. Only a young and rich CEO is worthy of you given your current conditions.” Lilian appeared happy. She looked so much happier than winning a lottery. “Mom, can you please shut up? This is my own affair. I know how to make decisions and handle this.” Mandy could not help but say, “Moreover, I did indeed use t

She even choked out without any respect for me any longer. Micheal hissed, and pointed at the divorce document on the center table. “You've few days to sign the document. One million dollars has been set apart for you. Do it quickly and leave this house.” My eyes immediately darted to the document. I sank into the sofa, took the document and opened it. My breath caught as I stared at the one million dollars that will be mine upon divorce. I blinked in disbelief that I would finally sign the document and leave the mansion. I wondered if I would trade my love and marriage for a million dollars. As I was wallowing in my ocean of thoughts, the beeping of my phone snapped me from the intense thou

She said proudly. “I spent over a billion dollars, you know for a fact that I can't lose money. Transfer the money to me and she's yours. I would divorce her and you can have her.“ Hearing this I spat out the food in my mouth, coughing loudly. My chest hurts, taking a glass of water I gulped it down. The loud gulping was irritating but I couldn't help it. They both turned, glaring at me in anger. I couldn't believe my ears, did I just hear a billion dollars?

"Alright, I'll tell you, but don't take it to heart. Don't be bothered by what you hear. Okay?" "OK." Clarice nodded her head, readying herself for the bad news. "She asked for a $100 million cash divorce settlement, a beach house property in her name and a $300K monthly living allowance for her and our baby," he explained. "Whaaaat!?" Clarice's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, mind-blown by the huge amount. "That's too much! You will go bankrupt if you agree to all her demands!" she protested, shocked, stunned beyond words.

“But did he actually agree to it?” “What choice did he have? He has a soft heart.” Sienna took a sip of red wine. “But look how it ended. They hadn’t even been married that long before she started pushing for a divorce. She walked away with half of his fortune, then turned around and hooked up with one of his friends.” “What?” Her friend clicked her tongue in disbelief. “No way.” “One marriage, and she suddenly walks away worth sixteen billion. Honestly, people with no shame really do have no limits.”

I rolled my eyes, bulging my eyes as I looked at my plate. If only he knew my net worth was far superior to his! His entire family's net worth was less than 30% of mine. "Yeah... maybe you're right. But for now, all that is going to charity. I already signed the paperwork for it, darling; there's no going back!" I said, making a mental note to sign that divorce paper as soon as possible. "Alright, sweetheart. You're a smart girl; I know you'll make good choices," he said as he placed his hand on the side of my head, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

, I went back to Vivian’s office. Out the window, I could see the entire city below me. Skyscrapers were so numerous that they were like a forest. In the distance, ships sailed slowly down the river. I sat on the couch and looked at the two documents placed on the coffee table before me. “The fifty million dollars is ready,” Vivian said lowly. “But there’s something else.” I looked up at her. “I don’t agree to the divorce.” She leaned into the couch. “You can take the money, and I’ll take care of you after the surgery for the rest of your life. I’ll hire the best nurse for you and put you in the best rehabilitation center, but I will not consent to a divorce.”

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.