The Millionaire Divorce Manhwa Mga Nobela at Kwento

A listless, and astonished voice comes through the door. -OMG I can't believe it, look who is Jeff the millionaire, wow, I heard you got married, and well she is your wife now, I saw it in the papers, I thought your wife was living the high life, I didn't imagine she worked for you," says the black haired girl. -Yes I am his wife, and well I haven't had time to be using money, besides I'm not the kind of person who spends money, I'm not that kind of woman," says Lucrecia.

I gently slipped it in his wrist making sure he doesn't wake up, the bracelet meant a lot to me, it was a gift from my father, I'd have to hold onto the Ying and remember him--- and I left. After several days of lodging in an hotel, there was no way I'd stay in that house I needed some time away from there, I drove straight to my law firm to get the divorce document I had filed for; I signed it and drove straight back to the house, And there Derek, Sandra and his vicious family were waiting for me in the sitting room. I handed him the divorce document at once, like he's been waiting for it for ages he smiled viciously and received it, My heart broke into million pieces.

My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I picked it up. One new email, sitting at the top of the screen like a door standing open. Harrison & Lowe — Your divorce agreement is attached. Please review and sign at your convenience. Five days, the lawyer had said. He was right on time. I opened the attachment and read the first line — Dissolution of marriage between Kyle Branson and Mia Williams — clean, clinical, cold. For once, the coldness of a contract felt like mercy. "What is that?" Kyle asked.

"I’ve spent three years being the 'ice queen' wife you hated. I’ve spent three years watching you buy her jewelry with the money my family helped you consolidate. I'm bored, Nikolai. Truly, deeply bored of you." Micah gasped, her hand going to her throat. "Nikolai, she can't be serious. She's just hurt—" "I’m not hurt, Micah. I’m relieved," I said, looking her straight in the eyes. I saw the flash of fear in her expression. She wanted to be the mistress who won; she didn't want to be the wife who had to deal with a bankrupt Nikolai. "You can have him. The house, the trauma, the cold bed. He’s all yours."

Positioning. The marriage. The contracts. The investments in my name. The insurance policies. The sudden urgency lately. My chest tightened painfully. “He married me for money?” “For access.” The word felt worse. Access. To what? To inheritance? To ownership? To control? Before I could speak, a loud metallic clang echoed through the warehouse. We both froze. Footsteps. More than one. The man’s expression hardened instantly. “You shouldn’t have come alone,” he muttered. “You told me to come!”

In return, they would shower them with all kinds of expensive gifts. Millie, on the other hand, didn’t stop at the gifts. She chose divorced men for a reason. She would marry them, find a secret about them that no one would ever want revealed, and ask for a divorce six months later while using the secret as leverage to make away with as much of their wealth as she could. Even I had to admit that was kind of smart—if you didn’t end up dead, that is.

I go on, standing tall even as my heart thunders. “You married me. You paraded me in front of your family. So whether Elise likes it or not, I will be at that gala. As your wife.” His silence is loud, and for a second I wonder if I’ve pushed too far but then he chuckles in surprise. “ This necklace is worth millions of dollars. Other women are dying to get something like this and you're telling me…” “ I'm not like other women”, I cut his words off. “I'm Lila”.

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.”

“Enjoy the bankruptcy proceedings. I hear they’re brutal.” She walked away, leaving Piagel standing there while the entire room watched. Emerald grabbed his arm. “Piagel? What just happened?” But he couldn’t answer. Because he’d just realized he’d divorced the most powerful woman in Velloria. And he’d done it for a business deal that no longer existed. ELSEWHERE IN THE BALLROOM From across the room, Kieran Miller watched Aurora walk away from her ex-husband. She was magnificent. Confident. Strong. Nothing like the crying, drunk woman who’d stumbled into his room a week ago.

Hadn't expected these words. "Enough!" Ethan roared, turning on Vivian. "Get out! Right now!" Vivian flinched at the look on his face. She gave me one last poisonous look, then turned to Ethan, grabbed her bag, muttered "Psycho," and slammed the door behind her. Ethan walked toward me, one slow step at a time. "Serena." His voice was dangerously low. "You really want to do this? Fine. You've got nerve." "Divorce? Sure." He nodded.