Novel & Cerita The Billion-dollar Divorce

His stand from the table is quick leaving me alone in the crowded place. He said I was waiting to break him. Is he- My phone rings loudly in my pocket, so rather than let my loud thoughts consume me, I answer it. “Yes?” "Livy, Mum heard about your divorce. Sorry, siz, she is mad-mad. She called us all home for a mandatory meeting." The call ends, leaving me staring at my device. 'Love does not exist for billionaires.' Mother's words find me before a black Bentley, which seems to attract everyone's attention, pulls up from across the street.

Andy got up from the armchair she was sitting in, going to stand next to they grandmother “A divorce can be initiated fully unilaterally, which means that if Rose wants to, she can go to court and start the process even if you don't want her to. And we will all be forced to accept it.” “But what the hell is wrong with that girl?” Adele grumbled “She lives in a mansion, having all the best things in life, married to one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, and wants to get divorced just because a contract is up? She doesn't seem as smart as I'd give her credit for..." "Don't talk about Rose that way." Aaron found himself defending her fervently before he could even realize what he w

Mrs. Victoria was happy when her son divorced Bertha. She thought that Bertha didn't know her status, like an orphan, how could she be suitable for her outstanding son. Derek pursed his lips, his mood a complete contrast to his mother's excitement. He even felt a little uncomfortable and had an inexplicable sense of guilt. Previously, he thought that Bertha would not easily agree to a divorce, so he prepared three million dollars and a villa as compensation, but this time she was the one who proactively proposed a divorce. kiss, she doesn't even need a penny in compensation.

I hush her as the news anchor starts to mention a high-profile divorce case. “Billionaire couple Mr. Alexander Adair and Mrs. Anna Adair have announced that they will be splitting apart. Mr. Adair, the worlds hottest billionaire, announced to the media this morning that him and his wife will no longer be together anymore. The reason of the split is unknown but all we know is this high profile divorce case is being handled by one of the brightest, smartest, and fiercest lawyers out there, Ms. Sarah Carter.” The news anchor, Emily, states.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

Just then, his younger sister-in-law, Chelsea Willow, said, "Dad, Mom, what are you guys doing? If it hadn't been for Wilbur giving us fifty million dollars back then, we wouldn't have moved on from being regular folks to becoming billionaires with a booming supermarket business right now. Have you forgotten what Wilbur has done for us?" Wilbur's wife, Yvonne, roared. "Shut up, you! It's true that he gave us fifty million dollars, but he hasn't done anything in the past three years other than lazing around! We built the Willow empire on our own. He has nothing to do with it." Chelsea was just about to refute it when her father said, "There's nothing more for you to say. They're definitely ge

Then, the lawyer said something that made my entire body go rigid. “According to the contract Sophia signed, if either of them wanted to end the marriage before twenty years, the one initiating the divorce would have to pay the other party $10 billion.” A cold wave crashed over me. Ten. Billion. Dollars. “What? That is ridiculous!” Caleb shouted. The call ended, and I could feel the anger radiating from him as he turned to me. “Victor is demanding ten billion dollars to sign the divorce papers.” I felt my blood boil. My hands curled into fists.

"Tyrell Griffin!" I shrugged. Even if she looked good, it didn't matter. Beauty was just another kind of trap. The following days were simple. I spent money every single day, shopping until my hands hurt. If I didn't burn through her money now, I might never get the chance again. When the mandatory waiting period ended, I immediately dragged Victoria to finalize the divorce. Once the divorce certificate was in my hand and I confirmed the two billion dollars had arrived, I turned to Victoria with a grin. "Thanks for the money, ex-wife. Hope you two have a happy life and a house full of kids."

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.