The Divorced Billionaire Novels & Stories

might be miserable, but Ashley? Ashley is about to secure the bag. This is enough to secure my future for a life time. Thank you for dying, Arianna. I’m making money without lifting a finger. 50 fucking million. Or should I thank the writer? Thank you author for creating this billionaire fantasy word. This place is strange after all. I’m definitely gaining not losing. And I’ll get more money after the divorce. “Are you listening “ he said. “I’m in my lovely husband.” I said sarcastically.

Aaliyah’s POV If someone had told me two years ago that I would one day divorce Henry and almost immediately marry a billionaire I met in a club, I would have laughed so hard I might have fallen off my chair. Maybe even thrown my drink at them saying it was insulting. Not in a million years would I have believed it. And yet here I was; standing in the middle of a beautiful home Orrin bought for us, his hand holding mine and his eyes locked on me like I was the only person that existed in the world.

he said flatly, “is none of my business.” My heart stopped. “The truth is,” he continued, slipping his phone into his pocket, “I’m tired of seeing your face every other day.” “You’re a contract wife, Elena. Nothing more. The deal was simple: give me a child, and I, pay for your professional exam. Which, might I remind you, cost millions.” My fingers tightened around the divorce papers until they crumpled. “Adrian…” My voice broke. “The contract stated five years. This is just four. Adrian, please…please don’t do this to me. I’ve fallen for you. I…”

He whispered in his deep voice and walked back to his work desk. Lucian was the only son of Remmy Volkov. A tech legend who had built a powerful company that was focused on technology and drugs which they were in charge of supplying to the entire Laxon city. Remmy was about to retire and hand over the company to Lucian on the condition that he found a wife before his thirtieth birthday. Lucian was reluctant until he set his eyes on Amara. A mysterious beauty that he wanted to marry... He was a wealthy man who had his own company that dealt in mining and manufacturing of cars. But he wanted to stay close to his father's company because of his mother's wish.

After a moment, he stopped and dragged a hand through his hair. “So let me get this straight,” he said, glaring at me. “For three years, you talked about nothing but wanting a divorce. And now, you finally got one!” He clapped his hands in exasperation and stalked towards me. My jaw clenched tight as I struggled to reel my temper in. “You’ve got your woman back. You're about to be the youngest billionaire in the whole state. So tell me why you’re sulking around, throwing tantrums like a heartbroken teenage boy.”

“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

I drew back, "Isn't this what you've always wanted me to give you?" He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f*e is even embarrassing."

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

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’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”