This Villainess Wants A Divorce นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I knew you’d understand.” I wanted to vomit. I wanted to cry. I wanted to vanish into the marble floor beneath me. My own husband, the man I had trusted with my heart, had chosen to believe the manipulations of the woman he once called the one who got away. And me? I was nothing but an obstacle in their story.

My signature was already there, bold and black. "Is this some kind of joke?" Nikolai’s voice was a low growl. "You don't divorce me, Rachelle. We have a merger. We have legacies." "The merger is safe. My father and I have already discussed the restructuring of the Veronesi-Santoro distribution deal. You'll keep your margins, but you lose the wife." I stood up, smoothing out my skirt. "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."

“Or, were you?" “You know, I had a conversation with him on the rooftop," she began and in the process, her eyes were locked on mine. “That bastard still thinks he did the right thing by divorcing me for that brunette-colored hair bitch." Davina spat out with bitterness in her tone, but surprisingly, she giggled softly. “What did he say?" I inquired with concern laced in my voice but she just shook her head. “I don't have time to keep irrelevant things like that in my head," she replied to me almost immediately and she came to an abrupt stop. “Besides, all I know is that he's a loser."

"Isabella, you can’t treat your Bella like this!" Isabella stopped and turned. "If you want me to divorce, then give me all the assets under your name without conditions. I’ll consider your faint fatherly love and divorce him without hesitation. In the werewolf - centered revenge and asset - demand - for - divorce, this is her ultimatum."

I snap, my voice rising. Mom leans back, crossing her arms. The look she gives me is one I’ve seen before—a mix of disdain and disbelief, like I’m a child throwing a tantrum. She narrows her eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? This is how rich men are—they’ll always look for fun elsewhere. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s normal. What’s not normal is you refusing to accept it. That’s your job as his wife.” I stare at her, disbelief tightening my throat. “It’s not normal,” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s cruel. And for the record, I didn’t refuse him—he left me. Vince is the one who wanted the divorce. He’s the one who threw me away!”

His fingers lace together as he reclines, still watching me like I'm a prey he’s already devoured. “Billions, Liana. Enough to rewrite the story of your life. Forever.” My gaze drops to the contract again. It’s neat. Crisp. Deceptively clean. Like a snake coiled under silk sheets. “And after two years?” My voice is a whisper now. A prayer to something I’m not sure is even listening “You’ll divorce Dante.” He says it like he's talking about taking out the trash. “But by then, the narrative will be set. You’ll be the unfaithful wife. The woman who broke vows. The villain of the story.”

Shaking my head, I followed her downstairs to find out what her end game was because I couldn’t believe that woman would want a divorce. “ What’s the game, Arianna? Is it money you want?” I found myself asking her because I was fighting the urge to come to terms with what was on these pieces of paper. With her back towards me, she said, “ I don’t want your money; all I need is a divorce.”, she looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Is that so hard to believe? That I just need a divorce?” she asked me with a look of disbelief on her face.

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

"Ooh, are you perhaps scared that she would fall for me and divorce you?" I close my eyes in frustration. "What do you know, Malik?" She already divorced me. "Whatever. I'll ask around, I'm sure others would know," "You should do just that," Alicia's number isn't the easiest thing you can find no matter how powerful or influential you are. It took me a year and a few months into marriage to have access to her phone number. The way she protected herself by building up a strong wall around herself made me conclude she was an Ice Queen without trying to know her.