The Billion-dollar Divorce Mga Nobela at Kwento

My Mom went silent for a minute after realizing how bad things were about to get for me. “Oh no the 100 million clause," she whispered. “Out of all the funds. Why would you target that one Mom? You're about to make me lose a lot of money because of a small mistake," I looked at her. "I didn't mean to do that. I just need that money at that moment. You know what, I'll come up with a way to solve this OK. You just relax.” “The divorce has been finalized and I'm going to lose a total of 150 million just because of you."

“She had been using a false name when marrying others, and the flags were never raised, and how it was never raised with you marrying Milena is because the officiant wrote the wrong date of birth for you. That only came to light in the divorce application.” The man stared at Dante for a while, letting it all sink in. “We can help you with your divorce and bigamy charges if you can do those last few things for us. Remember one word to them, informing them we are on to them, and you will spend a long time in jail.” Dante was allowed to leave on bail, and he was not a happy man. He wondered how he had gotten into such a big mess. Should he tell Milena they were never really married? Or will the

“I didn't ask for your help, and like I said, you can rot in hell with your money.” I paused, before cracking the nutshell. “To admit, It was foolish of me to do things on my own accord. If you aren't dumb, you'd know I’m married to a billionaire, but I hate the attention. Money isn't my problem, and you wouldn't understand a mistake.” He took in the words, animosity echoing in my voice. “And insufficient funds,” he cocked a brow. “Mistakes don't happen like that.” “Sign the divorce papers, get rid of those things in your stomach… and leave my house.” The words repeated in my head like a mantra.

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."

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?"

her voice changed to a tone of nervousness, “we both know that Antony never loved me, and that he married me just to keep Nicolau’s inheritance.” “I know Antony better than you do, and what you’re saying isn’t true.” Giovana closed her eyes tightly and felt her whole body shudder when she concluded. There was only one way to end all that suffering. “I’m going to ask for a divorce.” There was a prolonged silence on the other end of the line, “there are no more reasons for me and Antony to remain married.”

CHRISTY: “I did not. It’s just that Mom would be disappointed in me if I divorced Everette. It’s still our second day of being a married couple. And if I would divorce him, I need to pay for my parent’s debt.” It was more than disappointment, but Poppy did not have to know that. “How much is it?” “Four hundred million dollars if I will be the one to break the marriage.” “That’s too...big.” She squeezed my hands.

Otherwise, how could she have wasted her affection on him for a whole five years? “Take a look at the agreement. If it’s acceptable, go ahead and sign it,” Harmonia said in an emotionless tone. As Absalom looked through the agreement, his sharp eyes caught a particular detail. “A billion? You’re asking for quite a lot.” “A billion is just pocket change for you, Mr. Terran.” “You married me for my money. Now that we’re getting a divorce, I’ll give you what you want.” As he said that, he signed the divorce agreement.

I wanted to wait for Johnson to be with me before opening the envelope and uncovering what was inside, but curiosity got the better of me. As I uncovered the seal of the envelope, I was stunned as to what it was; Once again, it was a divorce agreement and it had both of our names on it. It hurt to see those damn divorce papers again so soon after the passionate and hot night we shared the previous night. Apart from the divorce papers, there was something else inside the envelope. It was a check for a billion dollars. Looking through the check and the divorce papers, I realized that this was all real and that it wasn’t a dream. Last night’s memories started flashing through my mind and it hur