The Divorced Billionaire Novels & Stories

Fredrick whispered the names of these apparently distinguished people and I forget it the second I move from them to the next person. “When does this end?” I whisper to Fredrick, “What do you mean? It only just started, to your left, Miss Bayek, her divorce brought in the most revenue for divorce cases two years ago, smile.” I gasp, “The one with the obvious fake boobs? Why do I have to smile at her? We already handled her case.” I whisper back, “That was her third divorce, and she just got engaged again, to another billionaire, the owner of the Jace Motors, Jacob Holden.”

I heard they got divorced! [What? Divorced? Who would leave a perfect man like Mr. Cross?] [Perfect man? Please. Look at him at the airport—he obviously betrayed her first and is now crying for forgiveness!] [But Mr. Cross is a billionaire. He just made a mistake that all men make. Is his wife really so heartless to completely abandon him?] [Ha! You might want to put up with a cheating husband, but a wealthy heiress doesn't have to. She can definitely find someone better!]

Three years ago, I signed my divorce papers with a trembling hand. Today, I watched Julian Thorne choke on his champagne. The Grand Astor Hotel glittered with chandeliers and hypocrisy. Every billionaire in the city had gathered for the "Philanthropy Gala," but no one here had ever donated a dime without a tax loophole. I stood near the balcony, a flute of sparkling water in my gloved hand, and I let my gaze drift to the man who had destroyed me.

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

Wherever she went, the lights followed, she just walked straight to the stands. Everyone looked at her in surprise, some even recognized who she was. "She's the woman who argued with Laura from Greer's house last time in front of reporters." "Wow, she's so beautiful, no wonder she dares to face Greer's house. It turns out she's also a female billionaire." "A while ago there was a rumor that she was a rich woman abandoned by her husband. It seems the rumors were false. Why is a female billionaire afraid of divorce?" "What? I just know that this beautiful girl from before danced the Lover dance extremely beautifully. I volunteered to kneel here and beg her to debut."

"You have the audacity...after all you did, you come back to plead with me to take you back and talk to all my investors? That means you're still not remorseful. You still want me so you can manipulate me again. And I'm not going to be somebody for you to manipulate." I took a deep breath, my voice firm. "And about the divorce, I've filed for a unilateral divorce a long time ago. Luther and I are getting married, so I don't need you in my life again. I don't need you coming to this office, causing a scene. Please stay out of my life and enjoy your own.”Here's the continuation: Asher's eyes widened in surprise. "You've signed a unilateral divorce...and you're getting married to Luther? You're

That's why I smoke instead. “You are so young. You shouldn’t worry that much.” I shrug my shoulders. If she knew. “For me, it was my marriage that made me drink. Now that it's over I have a healthy lifestyle." “You are the classiest divorcee who was given to me to meet.” She laughs. " It's sincere !" “Thank you... But I'm not really divorce. With my husband”, she blurted out bitterly, “we didn’t sign a prenuptial contract. Five years later he became a billionaire, thanks to the company where I was the first to invest.”

Then one afternoon, I was walking out of the elevator with a colleague after lunch, and there he was — standing right outside the glass doors of our office. Unshaven. Sunken eyes. Clothes wrinkled and unkempt. Not a trace of the handsome, polished man he used to be. "Serena!" The moment he spotted me, he rushed over. "Serena, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" His voice was raw and hoarse. "I got rid of Axel! He's gone — he won't come back, I swear! I promise!" "Let's not get divorced. Let's start over, okay? From now on, I'll only love you. Only you. I swear I'll be different, Serena."

Not completely. But I didn’t believe Selene either. The contract Benedict drew up is airtight, a legal trick designed to ensnare me. If I initiate divorce, Ashbourne Industries is immediately transferred to Benedict due to my supposed 'mental unfitness' to make sound decisions. If she walks away first, the company remains mine. So I wait for her to break, for her to disclose her true motives...money, status, or whatever Benedict promised her for this act. Cassia visits often. Every day.

Like it was a stain he could wipe off his shirt. My throat tightened. “I won’t do it. I can’t. Please don’t ask me to do something like this.” He finally looked at me then, really looked, and something cold flickered in his eyes. “If you don’t accept,” he said, “I’ll divorce you.” I felt the floor tilt. He continued talking, voice flat, like he was reminding me of a bill he’d already paid. “You’re not contributing financially to this family. You haven’t given me a child. You are just a defect. The least you can do is make this sacrifice.”