Divorce Novels

In the dark underbelly of wealth and power, Beverly was a pawn in Reece Blackmore's game of control. His loan had ensnared her, the interest rates strangling her finances. Driven by life's challenges, Beverly was left with no choice but to borrow money from Blackmore Loan Company. A company owned by a cold, ruthless and rich Billionaire who no one messes with. A devilishly handsome billionaire with a reputation for ruthless ambition and a heart of stone. He'd stop at nothing until he gets what he wants, even if it means hurting or kîlling anyone, regardless of the relationship with you. Now, Reece offered a cruel choice to Beverly Bloomfield: pay up, become his wife, or face devastation. As he stood before her, his eyes glinting like frozen steel, his gaze piercing her soul, Beverly felt suffocated and wished she never started this. "You have 10 days, woman" His voice was a cold, calculated whisper, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, a smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Pay the debt in full, or surrender to marriage. Refuse any of these, and I'll destroy everything you hold. Your business, your home, your family... everything will burn to ashes, leaving nothing but smoldering ruins and shattered dreams." His voice was as cold as ice, his blazing eyes piercing right into her soul. Beverly's heart raced as she stared at the man before her, her mind reeling with the impossibility of her situation. How could she possibly pay back the millions she owed in just ten days? Was someone kidding her? The thought of working hard to pay back the money was daunting, but the reality of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks. She was trapped, with no escape. She thought about her struggling business, her family's dependence on her, her son and the shame of losing everything they had worked for. The weight of her predicament crushed her, leaving her breathless and bewildered. She was left with no choice, and so she managed to ask.... "And if I choose to marry you?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll divorce you once I've secured what I want. You'll be free to go. It's just a prison of loveless matrimony, no strings attached" Reece's gaze never wavered, his voice devoid of emotions. ***** Now, would Beverly succumb to the mercy of the merciless billionaire, or find a way to escape the suffocating grip of his power, a power that threatened to consume her very existence? Why exactly does Reece want to marry her? If she agrees to the offer, what fate holds for her? What happens when shocking dark secrets are revealed, enemies from all angles troop in, deceits and many more arise? Let's find out!!

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.

Deidre went to the clinic and learned she was finally pregnant, but her failing heart meant carrying the baby would kill her. Before she could process the grief, she received an anonymous photo of her husband, Danial, tenderly escorting a heavily pregnant woman into a VIP hospital. The woman was his cousin, Daria. Following them, Deidre overheard Danial call her a "sterile decoration," promising to get rid of her while securing a Cayman trust fund for his illegitimate child. The nightmare only worsened when Daria gloatingly confessed to a horrifying truth. Daria had stolen the credit for saving Danial in a fire—a heroic act that had actually destroyed Deidre's heart. Even more sickening, Daria had bribed a doctor two years ago to fake Deidre's ectopic pregnancy, tricking Danial into authorizing the surgery that murdered their perfectly healthy baby daughter. When a grief-stricken Deidre attacked the murderer, Danial furiously shoved his wife to the ground. Ignoring her heart spasms and gasps for air, he threw her out into a freezing New York blizzard to die. Lying in the snow, Deidre's love turned to pure ash as she realized she had sacrificed her body and her child for a blind monster. But she didn't die that night. Rescued by Danial's biggest Wall Street rival, Deidre marched into her husband's office the next morning alongside New York's most ruthless divorce lawyer. "Sign it, or I'll freeze your offshore trust and burn your empire to the ground."

Chloe Hayes believed she had the perfect life: a powerful husband, a beautiful estate, and a five-year-old son she adored. But a single lab report shattered her reality. Her son Ethan's blood type was A. Chloe and her husband Julian were both type O. Genetically, it was an absolute impossibility. Rushing home in a panic, she found her husband looking at his young, beautiful ward, Sabrina, with a tenderness he never showed Chloe. When Ethan saw Chloe, the boy she had raised for five years hid behind Sabrina and screamed. "I want Aunt Sabrina to be my new mommy!" Julian didn't reprimand the boy. Instead, he coldly gaslit Chloe, calling her a lunatic. When Chloe tried to defend herself, Julian fiercely protected his mistress. He threatened to destroy Chloe's reputation, freeze her bank accounts, and take Ethan away forever if she dared to walk out the door. Looking at the three of them standing together, the horrifying truth finally clicked. The specific IVF clinic Julian insisted on. Sabrina's obsessive care during her pregnancy. Chloe hadn't just been cheated on; she had been used as an unwitting incubator for her husband and his mistress's child. The dutiful wife died in that moment. Chloe packed a single suitcase, secretly transferred all her pre-marital assets offshore, and collected three strands of hair for a DNA test. Leaving the divorce papers behind, she walked out of the gilded cage to begin her ruthless counterattack.

I was heavily pregnant, nesting hard, and snagged some amazing Black Friday deals for our first baby. My husband, Mark, always seemed so supportive, or so I thought. I' m meticulous with money, kept my spreadsheet ready to pay my share. But then he saw the total on our joint credit card. His smile vanished, replaced by an accusing glare. "What' s this $200 charge? You're trying to hide something, aren't you? Trying to defraud me." The words echoed as he cornered me in Target, shoving my cart until baby diapers spilled everywhere. Then Tiffany appeared, Mark's "grieving widow" friend, who conveniently stumbled when I recoiled from her perfume. Mark erupted, slapping me across the face, roaring, "Did you just push a pregnant woman, Sarah?!" My water broke, but he ignored my pleas, insisting we go to customer service to dispute the $200. That $200 I' d Venmo'd to Tiffany months ago, to help her out. I collapsed. Later, in the hospital, recovering from an emergency C-section, I overheard him. He wasn't asking about our daughter, fighting for her life in the NICU. He was arranging a private room for Tiffany, who was also in labor. He casually dismissed our daughter's critical condition: "She'll be fine, they' re tough." The man I married had vanished, replaced by a cold stranger. How could he abandon me, prioritizing a seeming stranger over his own family? Why was Tiffany here, also in labor? The betrayal was sickening, leaving a gaping hole in my heart. Then, a hidden folder in his office revealed the horrifying truth. Prenatal records. Sonograms. Tiffany' s due date, identical to mine, linked directly to Mark' s vague "business trip." He wasn't just supporting a friend; he was the father of her child. Our marriage, our baby, everything was a lie. My grief hardened into an icy resolve: I called the best divorce attorney in the city.

For three years, Hailey loved Kieran. Yet the wildlife photos she risked everything to take ended up helping another woman win a major competition. Hurt and finished with waiting, Hailey left him, filing for divorce and vowing to prove herself on her own. She never expected her ex-husband's most powerful rival to offer his support. "I admire real talent. Applause belongs to the deserving," he said. Though Hailey tried to keep her distance, he pursued her with unwavering determination "This isn't just a whim. I've had my eye on you for a long time."

For five years, Farris was despised by the Chen family. Everyone in the Chen family thought that they could walk all over him, and his mother-in-law even wanted her daughter to divorce him. His wife was the only one who always appreciated him and stayed by his side. Farris just wanted to hold her hand and give her the whole world. One day, in order to rebuild the welfare house where he had grown up, he swallowed his self-respect and asked the Chen family to lend him some money. But all he got in return for his request was their endless ridicule and abuse. Unexpectedly, his biological father contacted him out of the blue and gave him five hundred billion dollars as his inheritance! In an instant, the luxury hotels and sports cars that countless people dreamed of became his property. It made his mother-in-law beg, "Farris, please don't leave my daughter!" Even the old lady who was the head of the Chen family knelt in front of him. "Farris, you're the only one who can make the Chen family prosper. Please help us."

Reese chambers is vampire looking for a fresh start after a bad divorce. With the help of her brother, Roman she starts a new life. She lands a job with a sexy CEO at the Butterfly building, Luca Myles. He puts her in charge of his exclusive adult film studio. Sparks fly between the two of them, but the sparks hit a snag when he becomes obsessed with the sexy vampire working for him. Luca tries to control his obsession's with Reese to have a normal relationship, but his jealous is too much.

I returned to New York after a three-year exile, just to attend my father's funeral. But my estranged husband, Julian, ambushed me at the airport with divorce papers. He told me that if I didn't sign them immediately, my father wouldn't get a burial plot. And standing right by his side was Janet, my former best friend. At the funeral, they played the perfect, grieving couple, completely humiliating me. When I finally snapped and told them to leave, Janet faked a dramatic collapse. Julian looked at me with absolute disgust, accusing me of being a jealous monster who was hurting his pregnant girlfriend. He had secretly absorbed all my family's assets, leaving me penniless and freezing on the streets, tossing a charity check at me like I was a beggar. I couldn't understand why my years of desperate devotion were treated like a toxic curse. Why did the quiet friend I grew up protecting scheme to steal my husband, my fortune, and my dignity? Refusing his humiliating money, I swallowed my pride and took a job as a maid at a luxury hotel just to survive. But fate wouldn't even give me that peace. While pushing a room service cart down the hallway, I ran straight into Julian. He stared at my crisp white apron, his eyes turning cold. "For the duration of my stay, all services for the presidential suite will be handled by her alone." He was going to make me serve him and Janet, determined to crush the very last shred of my pride.

attractive woman. A divorced and lonely man. Fate Secrets Forgiveness Seduction Being a nanny for a five-year-old child seemed easy. But as for enduring the seduction of her boss, easy or impossible? What could a kiss cause? A man determined to do anything to get what he wants And a woman hard to forget. Copyright © 2024 Natália França All rights reserved The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and is not intentional on the part of the author. No part of this book may be reproduced or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the express written permission of the author. Cover: bk.designereditorial Illustration: cr_bannerss Chapter 1 - Daddy, wait! I turned around seeing my little one coming down the stairs in her uniform, I bent down to hug her, I was intoxicated by the sweet smell of her baby perfume and the smell of shampoo coming from her wet hair. - Good morning, daughter. - I don't want to go to school today. - Why? - I'm sick. - Where does it hurt? - I asked, putting my hand to her forehead, feeling her temperature. - All over her body. - Maybe I know what it is. - said Ivy, my sister, coming back from the kitchen with an apple in her hand. - Auntie, I'm sick. - Does this boo-boo start at the head and go all the way down to the feet? - Yes. - Sure. I have the diagnosis, it's called LAZINESS! Ivy ran after her to the car, the best sound was the laughter of my princess, a 5-year-old princess, very smart and who doesn't like going to school. - Thank you for taking her another day. - Miguel, my niece will never be a bother, but you need to hire someone, I won't be able to do this every day. - I know, I'll do it soon. - Every day you say the same thing. - I've been very busy, but I'll find time for it. - Forget it. I'll hire someone, leave it to me, focus on your work. - Ivy! - I know how to do it, just trust me. - Okay. I kissed her on the cheek and waved to Ayra as they left. After my separation, I got custody of my daughter, her mother didn't care since she had no feelings for her. It's strange, I know, but not everyone is ready to be parents. I met Úrsula at an event, my parents introduced us and within a few months we started dating. Ursula got pregnant after a year of dating, we decided to get engaged and get married before my belly got bigger, that's when we lost the rhythm and rushed everything. Our relationship was good until then, when the change came with the pregnancy, Ursula started to hate having our daughter, we fought a lot and it wore us out. Besides, she is an actress and lost some roles because she was pregnant, all of this only fueled the disgust of having our daughter. Before Ayra was one month old, Úrsula went on a 20-day trip and only told us when she was in Mexico, leaving me alone in Seattle with our daughter. Those were the worst days of my life, because Ayra depended on breast milk and we didn't have a drop at home or where to get it from. She lost weight, cried from hunger, got pneumonia... On one hand, it was my fault, I didn't know how to take care of my own daughter and I did everything wrong. Even with my family around, it was difficult and almost impossible. But Ayra was fine. And, at the same time that I blamed and hated myself, I swore to take care of her and be a good father. The day before Úrsula returned, I received a letter from her lawyer and the divorce papers. She didn't want that life, she wasn't looking for a family or a marriage, she wanted to live and do soap operas, we weren't in her plans. I thought it would be harder, but with her absence and abandonment, I thought a lot about us, especially about Ayra's future. There was no other way, only divorce. After all, you can't miss someone you never had around completely. - Sir, we're here. Like every morning, I stood admiring the building I had built. I am the CEO of the largest engineering company in Seattle, a long story for another time. I entered the company accompanied by my security guards, greeted my employees and got into the elevator accompanied by my personal assistant. - Sir, you will have a meeting in an hour with all the shareholders. - Where are the reports I requested? - On your desk. - Okay.

Jane Roberts has been married to the love of her life for two years and just when she thinks they're going to start a family, he divorces her and kicks her to the curb. Hurt and broken, Jane discovers that Marcus had actually been cheating on her with her cousin, Abigail and she had only been his means to an end. Enraged, Jane is determined to get her revenge, but without money and connections, Marcus will never be taken down. Just as she is about to give up all hope, Caleb Lockwood reaches out to her and agrees to help her but she has to get married to him first and their marriage needs to be kept a secret. Jane agrees to it, but will she and Caleb be able to dispute the pools of sparks and passion that threatens to consume their printed marriage? And what will happen when Marcus discovers their marriage and will stop at nothing to destroy their union and win his love back?

Disaster strikes-when you least expect it. Pearl Hammonds, a billionaire heiress, is ready to reveal her true identity and the fortune that comes with it. But just as she plans to come clean, she walks in on her husband and sister in an intimate embrace. Shattered and enraged, Pearl wastes no time-she files for divorce and vanishes from her old life. Then, tragedy strikes. News of Pearl's untimely death spreads like wildfire, leaving her loved ones in shock. But four years later, Pearl wakes up in a remote province with a hazy memory and no clear recollection of her past. Starting fresh in an unfamiliar world, she crosses paths with Lucian Thatcher, a powerful billionaire with one of the world's largest empires. As fragments of her memory start to return, Pearl pieces together the betrayal she once faced. With her past slowly coming into focus, one thought consumes her-revenge.

Our marriage was a five-year war, a slow burn of mutual revenge. I thought he hated me for trapping him, especially after I hid that letter from his college sweetheart, Sarah Jenkins. He retaliated by bringing other women home, making them use my mug, sit in my chair, their perfume a constant torment he inflicted just to see the pain on my face. After years of fighting for even a sliver of his attention, I woke up from a nightmare so vivid, so terrifyingly real, it felt like a premonition: a future where he'd force me to sacrifice everything for Sarah, leaving me ruined and discarded. The terror of that vision compelled me to act; I demanded a divorce, expecting a fight, only for him to agree to my outrageous demand of 50% of his company shares. Just as I believed I was finally free, I walked into a bar and saw him, playing the devoted hero to Sarah, shielding her from two thugs. He accused me of orchestrating the whole thing, his fury blinding him to my innocence, confirming his deep-seated belief that I was nothing but a manipulative monster. Then, just as I was about to walk out on him for good, he ambushed me, dragging me into a private room, his rage-filled kiss a violation, yet confusingly, it stirred something within me I swore was long dead. The nightmare, however, brought me back to reality, and I pushed him away, screaming for him to go to Sarah, desperate to escape the dangerous flicker of hope his touch ignited. When I presented a revised divorce agreement, offering to take less, he simply shredded it, then later, I watched, horrified, as he chauffeured Sarah around in my Porsche. His phone call came late, a vulnerable whisper, claiming a car accident, drawing me to him despite everything, only for me to find him drunk, unhurt, and suddenly, bewilderingly, in tears, confessing his enduring love and tearing up yet another document – this time, a full transfer of his company shares to me. I placed Sarah's letter, the one I had hidden, beside him, ready to finally reveal the truth, only for him to casually dismiss it, claiming he never loved her, and admitted to hiring actresses for five years to make me jealous. Only then did I confess my own deception, and the realization of our shared, foolish misunderstanding brought us crashing together, five years of wasted pride melting away as he pulled me into his arms, finally understanding the depth of our love.

In an effort to evade her mother's pressures regarding the dowry, Emily Smith, a woman in the throes of pregnancy, turned back and wedded a hotel attendant. Misfortune, as it happens, seldom arrives solo; her family’s machinations left her jobless. Her husband proved to be an icy and stoic figure, a human embodiment of an iceberg, vowing to fight for custody once divorce papers were signed. With gritted teeth and industrious resolve, Emily toiled to earn her keep. Little did she expect that as her career took an upward swing, her husband would transform into a billionaire. Trembling in a corner, the pressure and fear intertwining, Emily murmured, "Once we have our child, we shall agree on a divorce!" The frigid man tore at his clothes, planted a kiss on her earlobe, and replied, "My dear wife, family matters require no agreements. Our son is still waiting to inherit the family fortune."

After seven years of marriage, the protagonist is betrayed by her husband, whom she helped build his company from the ground up. He cheats on her with an old university girlfriend: Rosalía, an ambitious woman determined to win him back, no matter who she has to destroy. Rosalía is the daughter of a billionaire magnate who, upon discovering his daughter has gotten involved with a married man, decides to take matters into his own hands... in an unexpected way: he proposes marriage to Amelie, the betrayed wife. Mr. Feldman, Rosalía's father and an old friend of Amelie's father, agrees with him on a contract with clauses that obligate Amelie to accept marriage to the powerful businessman, right after her divorce. But upon marrying Mr. Feldman, Amelie becomes the target of hatred from Damián, her new husband's eldest son. He is convinced that she is only after financial gain and sets out to make her life impossible. However, what neither of them expects is the terrifying proposal that Mr. Feldman makes: he wants his son to impregnate his new wife to continue the family legacy. Damián flatly refuses and, as punishment, loses his CEO position in the company. Ironically, it is Amelie who takes over the role. What follows is an intense war between them, marked by contempt, desire, and constant tension. Despite the initial rejection, both feel an attraction impossible to ignore. The story unfolds as a passionate enemies to lovers tale, charged with drama, eroticism, and office romance. But their relationship won't be easy: they must confront Amelie's ex-husband, an obsessed man unwilling to lose her, and Rosalía, the antagonist determined to destroy everything that stands in her way. A story of forbidden passion, redemption, and female empowerment, with all the ingredients for a good development: family drama, power, desire, betrayal, a repentant ex, and enemies who won't be able to resist love.

During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite-except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We've already lost so many years. I won't let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall-until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter... were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."

" will you unbreak my heart, you've ruined me for other women, princess" he whispered against my ears and I would have missed it if I was asleep. Almost. . Jennifer Thompson had to marry Alexander knights to save her father's company from bankruptcy. She was a doting wife to him until she discovered a shocking truth, Alexander was not who he posed to be. she found out their marriage was a scam arranged by him to takeover Jenny's father's company and because he was obsessed with her. She wanted a divorce but he wouldn't give in to her demands so she decided to make his life hell by ruining his perfect image. What if she was wrong about him? Will she give him a second chance?

Natalie Harrington never expected that less than a year after remarrying, Adrian Brown would cheat on her again. As the design director of Brown Group, she had worked late into the night once again. When she returned home, she saw the servants standing in a row at the foot of the stairs, blocking the way. The moment they spotted her, their faces turned deathly ashen. "Mrs. Brown... why are you back? Didn't Mr. Brown say you'd be working through the night and wouldn't be coming home? I... I'll go upstairs and ask him to come down." As the servant turned and went upstairs, Natalie heard the sounds coming from above. "Ah... that feels so good! Adrian, slow down, I can't take it..." "Go on. Louder. Natalie isn't home anyway. You can scream all you want." "You're so bad... ah!" Seeing Natalie's expressionless face, the servant asked nervously, "Mrs. Brown, I'll go tell Mr. Brown right away that you're back." "No need." Natalie turned and walked toward the dining room, her voice calm. "I'm hungry. Prepare a late-night meal for me." The servants were utterly shocked, not expecting her to remain so composed, unaware that she had already decided to divorce.