The Millionaire Divorce Manhwa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

he said, “is everything you need to destroy Ronan legally.” I blinked. “What?” “Proof of financial misconduct. Hidden alliances. Manipulations in the pack council. And this—” he tapped the deed, “proves that the estate was purchased with your funds, not his.” I stared. It was all there. Neat. Labeled. Years of buried truth laid bare like bones dug up from an old battlefield. “You’ve been… compiling this?” Lucian didn’t answer. I touched the corner of the file with trembling fingers. “I can get you your divorce,” he said. “But I want something in return.”

The sound left the room feeling smaller, as if it had just shrunk. I pulled my phone out in one swift and steady movement and thumbed open Officer Miller’s email on the screen. The blue-white glow threw a pale light across Jessie’s face and made the bruise at her temple look like a shadow from another life. I began to type fast, not because my fingers were frantic but because some things had to be catalogued before the edges of them blurred. ‘Officer Miller, It’s Jessie’s attorney. I wanted to provide a source of information. Jessie is currently entangled in a volatile divorce from her husband, local millionaire Alan James. He is not reconciled to her separation and recently, Jessie discover

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

I said, feeling overwhelmed. "Tell me, what happened?" he asked, sounding curious. "They want me to get married," I blurted out. Matt laughed. "Adeline, that's pretty common among wealthy families. Who's the lucky guy?" "Tristan von Miller. He's the heir to the Von Miller corporation. I have no idea who he is, and I'm told I have to marry him," I said, frustration evident in my voice. Matt chuckled again. "The Von Millers are really wealthy, Adeline. It doesn't sound too bad. Maybe give it a chance. You might not hate it as much as you think."

“I wanted to tell you. I should’ve, that night we went out, when you laughed so hard you spilled wine on your dress. But it’s not simple, Lisa.” “Hana’s family—they’re not just rich. Her father’s a fucking mafia lord, runs half of Tokyo’s underworld. Our marriage was arranged to settle our family’s conflicts and to keep our company alive. I never loved her. It’s a contract, nothing more.” I stared, my heart pounding, the weight of his words sinking in. “A mafia lord? And you thought keeping that from me was okay? You let me fall for you, Kaito, while your wife’s family could’ve—what, put a hit on me? You’re unbelievable.”

I can finally divorce him because my dad is no longer alive, and he's the one who begged us to get married because he wanted to see me marry before he died. "You want a divorce?" he smirked, signing the papers without hesitation. My palms grew sweaty, feeling as if my life had been a waste. “You could've just emailed it or sent it to my assistant. You shouldn't have wasted my time over something like this,” he said coldly. “Is that all you have to say?” I asked with a sad voice. “What do you want me to say? Do you want me to beg you to stay? You made this decision by yourself, so I'll grant it to you.”