This Villainess Wants A Divorce Novels & Stories

-"Why do you want to do such thing? What do you have to earn?" -"Absolutely nothing. I just can't bear to see my daughter so sad. She doesn't love him and living with him is torture for her." -"Then why doesn't she divorce him?" she wondered mischievously. -"How can she divorce him without ruining her reputation? You know how cruel our society can be...." -"Why should I help you?" -"Cause this divorce will benefit you! Ιt will pave the way for you to become the new Mrs. Venieris."

The room suddenly fell silent. “Let’s divorce,” Vivienne repeated as she slowly stood up, brushing the dust off her ruined maroon dress. “That way, you can go back to Giselle—your first love. And you... won’t have to feel ashamed of having a wife like me anymore. Isn’t that what you want most?” Dominic froze for a second before his eyes darkened with even greater cruelty than before. In one long stride, he closed the distance between them. His large hand moved like lightning, gripping Vivienne’s chin so tightly that she was forced to look up.

"Victor, did you really think I hadn’t seen through your ambition? When I found out my condition might improve, you wanted me dead, didn’t you? “So, I struck first. I faked a suicide to escape the harm you meant to inflict on me. “Now that everything has come to light, I don’t need to keep pretending. I came back today to tell you this myself—I want a divorce! “If you refuse, I’ll take it to court. Once, twice—I’ll win eventually. You won’t get the chance to drag down the Walsh family any further." Victor’s eyes turned bloodshot. "So, that’s how it is..." So, his scheme had already been uncovered. No wonder everything had gone downhill since then. At this point, there was no use clinging on.

She squeezed it tightly, as if she were releasing all her anger on me. "Y—You ’re hurting me!" I cried out as her grip tightened. "YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW MY SON WANTS TO DIVORCE YOU? WELL, I HATE IT TO BREAK IT UP TO YOU, BUT I ’M THE ONE WHO INSISTED THAT HE DO SO. AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO COME BACK AND RUIN MY SON'S REPUTATION IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS!!!" she roared. S—She knew it all along?

".. listen you bitch sign these divorce papers ... If you signed them , than you will get whatever you want from me... Money , villa , car , luxury .. anything . (' I frowned while listening his words and getting what he mean to say.. huh.. money is not everything , I am not some gold digger... What I want is love , respect , care but you're too poor to give any ' I said in my head .) .. But if you won't signed them , than you will get only pain and see the hell every day .. like you had faced yesterday and on our wedding night ...

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

But she never said anything about bringing him down. “Well, that’s another story. A task given by the late Empress Catherine. It isn’t really my duty to comply but it coincides with my plan. You know, winning his affection, gaining his trust, and then betraying him in the end. Wouldn’t that be the sweetest revenge?” I curved my lips diabolically as Ben continued to stare at me. “I won’t force you to believe me and everything that I say but let me tell you something ..” I pursued my lips and looked straight into his eyes with all sincerity while pointing at the notebook “Everything written in here is absolute. Observe and you’ll see that I speak no lie.” Ben gave out a deep sigh and pulled th

"I have an appointment with Mr. Yale. Elena Rossi." The receptionist didn't even look up at first. "Office 402. End of the hall." The office was cold, filled with the scent of expensive leather and old books. Vinx Yale sat behind a mahogany desk. He was older, perhaps in his late thirties, with sharp eyes that seemed to strip away her lies before she even spoke. "I want a divorce," Elena said, her voice small but steady. "My husband... he’s powerful. And he’s violent. I need someone who isn't afraid of him."

My wrists were bleeding, I was exhausted, and she was going to lecture me on morality? "So what?" I snapped, my voice dry. "What’s your problem with divorce? It’s just a woman realizing she screwed up and deciding to take her life back. Is being free a crime now?" She scoffed—a short, contemptuous sound. "Free? Please. You just spend your time stirring up trouble between them. A divorce is a stain on a resume, honey. You should be making yourself scarce instead of playing the homewrecker." "Homewrecker?" I let out a nervous laugh. "You really think a marriage certificate is going to change your life? You plan on staying perched on that pedestal until you’re a hundred?"

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.