All Chapters of I Want A Divorce, Mr. Billionaire!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Ma’am, you need to leave. You're making the guests uncomfortable,” one of the guards barks, his voice a mix of impatience and disdain.I wanna protest, to explain that I have nowhere else to go, but the words stop in my throat. I glance at Sammy, his small face pressed against my shoulder, his eyes closed in blissful ignorance of our predicament.“Please,” I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse. “We just need a place to stay until the rain stops.”The guard shakes his head, unmoved. “You can't stay here. Move along, or we'll have to call the police.”The threat of police makes my blood run cold. I can't risk that. Not with Sammy.Suddenly, there’s a voice, calm but commanding.“What's going on here?” I look up to see an old man in a crisp suit stepping out of the restaurant. His silver hair is neatly combed back, and his eyes, though sharp, hold a glint of kindness. The guards immediately step back, their demeanors shifting from authoritative to deferential.“Sir, this woman is causin

I know it’s not right to ask, but I have to know. "I saw on the news that you’re getting married," I begin, a bit hesitant. "Are you in love with your bride?" Marius hesitates too, his gaze dropping to the ground. I brace myself for the answer I probably already know, but refuse to acknowledge. After some awkward silence, he replies, "Yes."That single word answer solidifies my resolve—I can't ruin his future with Nicole, especially not with the news I carry. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, and I hope Marius doesn’t notice that."By the way, where are you living now, Hazel? The bodyguards I hired didn’t see you in your home. I tried calling you, but you’re not picking up," he says, his voice laced with concern."Sammy and I are fine," I say, carefully avoiding the specifics. There’s no need for him to know where we currently are or even the reason we have to leave our home.Though I wanna spend more time with him, it’s not right to do so. The reminder that he’s not mi

“Congratulations, Hazel!” The atmosphere in the mansion is electric with celebration. My fellow staff members have gathered, their faces alight with genuine joy for my newfound freedom. Marius and Mr. Montgomery join in, raising glasses of champagne in a toast. Sammy, oblivious to the true reason behind the festivities, enjoys the evening too. As the party winds down, I join my fellow maids in cleaning up. When done, I head to my bedroom only to find that Sammy isn’t sleeping alone anymore. On the bed, Marius lies with him nestled against him, both of them fast asleep. They look so peaceful, so right together, like a real father and son. A pang of sorrow grips my heart. This is the last night Marius will be here. After tonight, he’ll return to his life, to his fiancée, and Sammy will lose the father figure he has come to adore. Silently, I fetch a blanket and pillow, settling myself on the floor beside the bed. The tiles are uncomfortably cold, but it’s a small sacrifice to let

NICOLE’S POV: Marriage into the Thorne family is my destiny, my rightful place. Marius' voice rises in frustration, defying his parents with a conviction that both infuriates and fascinates me. How could he resist me, Nicole Mendez, the supermodel who graced the covers of Vogue and walked the runways of Paris and Milan? I’ve turned down princes and billionaires, but here I am, facing rejection from a man whose own mother has sought me out. Mrs. Betty Thorne first approached me at a gala in Dubai."You and Marius would be a formidable pair," she said, her tone leaving no room for doubt. At first, I was just intrigued, so I agreed to meet Marius. But that meeting sealed my fate—his intellect, his charm, and that undercurrent of vulnerability he’s trying so hard to mask. Now, I want him. And I’m not used to being denied.Mr. Pierce Thorne speaks, snatching me back to the current moment. And as he speaks, my confidence only grows. They’re on my side, backing me in this fight. Even my

I sit tensely on the couch, sandwiched between Carter and Mr. Montgomery in the living area. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Montgomery,” I say, ashamed. “I couldn’t stop him from coming inside.” Mr. Montgomery gives me a nod of understanding, his expression kind but strained. Carter chimes in very casually, as if him being here doesn’t exude uneasiness to us. He also speaks and acts as if he’s close to Mr. Montgomery.“Mr. Montgomery, I wanna be able to visit Hazel and our son more often from now on. I expect you don’t mind.” Mr. Montgomery’s gaze flickers to me. Since my discomfort is so obvious, he responds with, “That depends on Hazel.” I don’t hesitate grabbing the opportunity. “No, Carter. You can’t just come here. This isn’t your home nor mine. You can video call whenever you want to see Sammy.” A flash of anger and hurt crosses Carter’s face, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he turns his attention back to Mr. Montgomery. “Perhaps we can discuss a potential investment opportunity ins