Total Diva Season 1 Novels & Stories

"What's the rush? I'll bring her back when she learns her lesson. You guys won't believe this—she actually emailed me a divorce agreement the other day. Said she wanted to 'end things'. I almost died laughing. It's obviously a bluff. "She's so desperate. I'll give her a couple more days, let her cool off. It's like she still thinks she's the prom queen or something." I took a deep breath and pushed the door wide open.

Divya declared, her voice dropping into a deadly serious tone. Isha immediately gasped, dramatically slapping a hand over her heart. "Huh?! So you'd straight-up murder your future doctor husband? How on earth did you turn into such a heartless monster?" Divya flashed a delightfully wicked, devilish grin. "Listen to me closely—tea is my entire soul. If anyone tries to turn my tea into my ex, I will not hesitate to end him." Isha burst out laughing, the sound ringing softly against the bedroom walls. But as the chuckles faded, her eyes lingered fondly on her younger sister. Behind that playful bravado, she saw the vulnerability Divya worked so hard to hide...

Ivery’s POV. I quickly put Diva's phone down and tried to compose myself, as the door flew open. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. There, in the doorway, stood Diva, her eyes wide with shock. She looked from me to the phone and back again, putting the pieces together. I could see the anxiety in her eyes. “I apologize for intruding your privacy,” Diva apologized. I was taken aback by her apology. Diva wasn't one to apologize, and certainly not in this context. She was always so confident and sure of herself. This was a side of her I had never seen before.

Emily's POV As the tension over my creative originality hung thick in the air, the crowd watched with bated breath. Damian stepped onto the stage beside me, his presence commanding attention. With a few swift taps of his fingers, the screen flickered to life, revealing a candid moment from my kitchen—hair messy, face dotted with splashes of sauce, and me fumbling with the ingredients for the dish I’d just introduced. The contrast couldn’t have been more striking.

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.

My agent’s call about the divorce reality show took me by surprise. "Hector agreed to this?" "Of course." She sounded almost amused by my question. "Your last few live-stream sales didn’t perform well, and divorce scandals involving actresses are trending right now. “Mr. Sinclair even cleared his schedule for ten days to join the show with you. "Take advantage of this opportunity and capitalize on the buzz—at least show some appreciation for everything he’s done for you." I stayed silent.

His assistant was behind him, waiting for his next order. "Follow him and give me feedback immediately you find something worth it." "Yes, Your Highness." The fellow exited his presence quickly, hoping to catch Allen before he finally disappeared. As soon as Sky turned around, he met Diva who was dressed beautifully with silver ornaments designing her precious body. Diva was a distant relative, not by blood but she had the strong genes of a vampire. She couldn't turn into one in nature but only possessed a few characteristics. She smiled when she came in contact with Sky.

Varun said evilly . Because he knows that Amoli even can't do 10 due to having hard sex . Nevertheless Amoli step down and did one sit-up only to hiss in pain when her lower stomach shows pain . 1 *sob* 2 *sob* 3 *sob* 4 *sob* 5 *sob* . . . . . 15 .. *Sob* " Please ji .. I can't do more , my legs and lower body , my back are hurting badly .. please I can't do more " Amoli said ..

Danielle Drover, the host, finishes her opening segment and works her way through each couple easily. She clearly knows how to make everything feel spontaneous. I answer her questions on autopilot, smile in the right places, and then it's our turn to start talking to the public directly. "Okay," I say, looking at my tablet, "Let's find some good questions." I scroll past an impressive volume of variations of ‘girl, leave him’—someone has written an entire paragraph in the reasons why—and then finally find something worth reading.

Oliver had been at a disadvantage, his expression incredibly grim. I was the one who had quietly reviewed the contract, pointed out several clauses that could shift the leverage back to his side, and ultimately sealed the deal that very afternoon. Unbeknownst to Oliver, the client had actually recognized me as one of the Principessas to the Rinaldi family. I had let him believe I was merely a barista making just enough to pay my bills. After all, a woman like that was much easier on his ego. … Early the next morning, Oliver's mother, Ophelia White, called. The first thing she asked was not how I was doing, nor whether I had settled in or needed anything after the divorce.