All Chapters of DIVORCE ME, MR. BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

New York City never really slowed down, even when the night felt heavy. The lights stayed bright across the tall buildings, glowing like the city was pretending everything was fine. But high above all that noise and movement sat the Kingsley penthouse—quiet in a way that felt uncomfortable. Not the kind of quiet that brought peace. The kind that left you alone with thoughts you couldn't escape.Inside, Amelia Hart Kingsley stood in the kitchen, staring at a plate of food she had prepared hours ago. The meal was cold now, untouched. She hadn't moved it yet.She had done this before. Cook. Wait. Listen for footsteps. Hope for a moment that never came.Three years of marriage had taught her something she never expected to learn so young: it was possible to live beside someone and still feel completely alone.She rested her fingers on the edge of the counter, steadying herself. Deep down, she was tired. Not the kind of tiredness sleep could fix. The kind that built slowly when hope kept g

Amelia spent most of the taxi ride staring out of the window without really seeing anything. The city was moving the same way it always did. Cars rushing past. People walking fast on the sidewalks. Horns sounding in the distance. Life continued like nothing important had changed.But for her, everything had changed.Her hand rested loosely on her lap, her fingers barely moving. She was not thinking about where she was going. Her mind kept going back to the same moment again and again. Ryan standing in the penthouse. His voice is calm. Too calm. Saying words that ended her marriage like it meant nothing.“I want a divorce.”Even now, it still feels unreal.Like something she had heard in a dream that turned into a nightmare.She pressed her forehead lightly against the window as the taxi moved through traffic. The glass was cold. It helped a little. But not enough to quiet her thoughts.For a moment, she closed her eyes. She thought about three years of trying, three years of believing

Amelia stood outside the conference room, her palm flat against the cool wood. Her heart pounded hard enough that she could hear it in her ears, and her stomach churned with familiar nausea—the same kind she used to feel before every awkward dinner party with Ryan's colleagues.Gregory stood beside her, patient and still. His silence felt like an anchor, something steady she could hold onto while the ground shifted beneath her feet."You don't have to prove anything today," he said. "Just be present. Listen. That's enough for now."Amelia laughed, short and breathless. "That's easy for you to say.""It is." He offered a small smile. "But I'll tell you something your grandfather told me before his first board meeting. He was terrified. Could barely keep his hands from shaking."She turned to look at him. "My grandfather was nervous?""He was human. Just like you."Something in her chest loosened. Her grandfather had always seemed larger than life. Hearing that he had once stood where s

Amelia followed Lucas through the crowded ballroom, her mind still spinning from her encounter with Ryan. She could feel his gaze on her back, heavy and persistent, but she refused to turn around.Lucas led her toward a private meeting room near the back of the venue. "The board members are waiting," he said, holding the door open for her.She stepped inside and immediately knew something was wrong.Gregory stood near the table, his expression unusually serious. Several other executives sat in silence, their faces tight with tension. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with unspoken words.Amelia stopped walking. "What happened?"Gregory exchanged a glance with the others before sliding a folder across the table. "We have a problem."She looked down at the folder. Her name was printed across the front in bold letters. Slowly, she opened it and began to read.The color drained from her face.Financial transfers. Secret agreements. Missing investments. False reports. Every document po

Amelia stared at Ryan's message for a long time. The words glowed on her screen, simple and unexpected."I know about Victor. I want to help."She should have deleted it. She should have blocked his number and moved on with her life. Instead, she found herself typing a response before she could stop herself."Why?"His reply came quickly."Because I should have been there before. And I wasn't."The honesty in those words caught her off guard. For three years, she had begged for scraps of his attention. Now he was offering something real, and she didn't know what to do with it."I don't trust you," she typed."I know."She set her phone down and stared at the wall. Lillian watched her from across the room, her expression carefully neutral."What did he say?" Lillian asked."He wants to help." Amelia let out a hollow laugh. "After everything, he wants to help.""And what did you say?""I told him I don't trust him."Lillian nodded slowly. "Good. You shouldn't. But maybe that doesn't mea