Divorced And Crowned By The Dangerous Kings
Evelyn Rowe never thought she could survive Victor Blackthorn nor his fists, especially since her unborn baby didn't.
But what she didn't expect was to be saved by Dominic Russo, after being publicly blamed for her miscarriage and humiliated in front of the world.
Finally finding the strength to divorce Victor, and the path to become the independent woman she always wanted to be, Evelyn becomes unstoppable.
What no one expects is for three dangerous men to claim her: the heir apparent to the British throne, the billionaire who rules the corporate world, and a mafia lord who bows to no one.
They were enemies at first, but for her, they became lovers.
And when her ex-husband finally realizes what he destroyed, she already belongs to kings who would do everything in their power to keep her.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 4
Dominic.
I moved closer to Evelyn, her name still echoing in my head from the news broadcast this morning.
I was forced to listen to it in the police station when they questioned me about the fire, my club and basically everything about my life.
They tried to keep me there longer than necessary, but they had nothing solid. So they let me go for now. But I knew it was only a matter of time before they called me back.
So yes, I was angry, exhausted and running on no sleep. But all of that faded the moment I looked at her.
The bruises on her face were already starting to fade, but it did nothing to calm the anger inside me.
"Umm... if there's nothing else, I would like to be on my way," Evelyn muttered, and that's when I realized that she was scared of me.
I stepped back immediately and shoved my hands into my pockets, forcing myself to look less threatening.
"So if you leave," I said carefully, "do you have a place to go?"
I didn't want her to leave.
I knew I shouldn't keep her. But I also knew that if she walked out of this house, it was only a matter of time before her douchebag husband found her again.
"I'll find somewhere," she replied softly. "You've already helped me enough."
She turned to leave.
I opened my mouth to stop her, but before the words could come out, she suddenly doubled over and gasped loudly.
I was at her side in an instant.
"Easy," I muttered, gripping her arm to steady her.
She winced and her face paled. That did it.
"You're staying," I said firmly. "At least until you heal."
"But-"
"No buts." My voice came out harder than I intended. "You and I both know there's nowhere you can hide from your husband."
She hesitated, her shoulders slumping slightly as if the fight had drained out of her.
"How can I repay you?" she asked quietly.
"Don't worry about that," I replied. "Just get better."
I guided her up the stairs to the guest room where she had been treated earlier.
"I'll make you some soup," I added. "And I'll have some clothes delivered. Then maybe... we can talk later."
She looked at me with teary eyes and gave a small nod.
"Thank you," she whispered, and I felt so damn proud of myself.
***
I went downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen. I rarely cooked, since I had a chef for that. But I had dismissed everyone for the day.
I scanned the kitchen, trying to decide where to start, when Marco walked in. He stopped and took everything in.
"What are you doing?" he asked slowly.
"I'm making soup."
He blinked in disbelief.
"For... her?"
"Yes."
His brows lifted slightly. "You're getting attached."
I didn't answer.
He scoffed. "You don't even know her."
"I know enough."
"Clearly not," he muttered.
That got my attention. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He leaned against the counter, folding his arms. "I saw her at the hospital."
My eyes narrowed. "And?"
"With Liam Kingsley."
My body went still.
"...What?"
"They were talking," Marco continued. "Very intimately. And when he was leaving, he called her 'little angel.'"
The words sank in slowly. Liam Kingsley.
The same Liam who had tried to screw me over more times than I could count. The same Liam who smiled to your face while stabbing you in the back.
My hand slammed against the counter.
So that was it.
She walks into my life out of nowhere, just happens to be rescued by me, just happens to be in the same hospital as Liam, and just happens to need protection.
This was a setup.
I didn't say another word to Marco. Instead, I turned and left the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time.
As much as I wanted to protect her, I wouldn't be played. I wouldn't let Liam use her to get to me, not again.
I reached the guest room and pushed the door open without knocking, but the room was empty.
"Fuck," I muttered.
Just as I turned to leave, the bathroom door opened and she stepped out, wrapped in nothing but a short towel.
Water drops clung to her skin, and her hair was damp around her shoulders. She froze when she saw me, her eyes widening.
"Oh... um... is there a problem?" she asked nervously. "Did you need something?"
For a second, my mind went blank. She looked so innocent, nothing like the manipulative little spy Marco had just painted in my head.
But I wasn't fooled.
"What business do you have with Liam Kingsley?" I demanded.
Her brows furrowed. "What?"
"Don't play dumb with me," I snapped, grabbing her arm. "Did he send you? Is this some kind of game to you?"
Her breath hitched. "I don't know what you're talking about."
But I didn't believe her. I tightened my grip slightly, frustration taking over. "Answer me."
Her lips trembled. "I-I really don't understand..."
I leaned in, my voice dropping. "So help me, Evelyn, if you don't tell me the truth right now, you will regret ever thinking you could deceive me."
That seemed to annoy her because she shoved me hard.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!" she yelled. "I have never even met Liam Kingsley until I ran into him at the hospital today!"
She jabbed her finger into my chest, anger blazing in her eyes.
"I don't know what it is with rich men like you," she continued, her voice shaking, "thinking that because you have money, you can control everyone around you! I am tired of all of you. I didn't even want to stay in your stupid house, remember?"
Her chest heaved as she finished, and I couldn't help noticing the way the towel strained against her body.
But I pushed the thought away. I stepped forward and she stepped back, until her back hit the wall and my body caged her in.
Her breath quickened as I raised a hand and wrapped it around her neck. It wasn't too tight, but it was enough to remind her of the difference between us.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again," I whispered. "Do you understand?"
Her eyes widened and the fire in them dimmed. She swallowed hard and nodded, as a small whimper escaped her lips.
And something inside me snapped.
I didn't know when I leaned in. I didn't know when my hand tightened or when my mouth crashed against hers.
One second, I was furious. And the next second, I was kissing her hard.
Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries. The taste was addictive and I groaned before I could stop myself, pulling her closer without thinking.
Her tense body relaxed after that, and that was my breaking point.
I pulled away, breathing heavily as I stepped back.
What the hell was I doing?
I turned away from her without a word and stormed out of the room.
As I descended the stairs, I saw Marco waiting for me in the living room.
"Don," he said. "We have a problem."
I stopped walking. "What now?"
He hesitated. "It's Victor Blackthorn."
My blood went cold.
"He just put out a statement," Marco continued. "He's offering a huge reward to anyone who finds his wife."
I slowly turned back toward the guest room door.
"And your address," Marco added quietly, "is already trending online."
You may also like
9.4
Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle.
She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running.
Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic.
But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died.
For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive.
But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night.
He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined.
Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired.
"If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets."
Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline.
Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son.
The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay.
But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket.
Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke.
She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes.
"Keep your dirty money."
She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.
9.3
She was never supposed to be the bride.
Lila Hart has always lived in her older sister's shadow, Evelyn, the perfect daughter, the favorite, the one chosen to marry Adrian Blackwell, the cold, powerful billionaire heir who controls half of Manhattan. But forty-eight hours before the wedding, Evelyn disappears. No explanation, No goodbye. Just a single warning: "Don't let him find out what I did."
Now the Hart family is about to lose everything, their reputation, their company, their future, unless Lila steps into the role her sister abandoned.
So Lila becomes the replacement bride
A marriage born out of duty for her... and pure anger for him.
Adrian doesn't want a wife, He wants answers. And he's certain Lila knows more about Evelyn's disappearance than she claims. They swear they'll keep their distance, No love,No trust, Just a contract neither of them asked for.
But the night of the wedding, a violent warning arrives, proving Evelyn didn't run away, She was taken. And whoever has her... wants Lila next.
Now Lila is trapped in a marriage built on secrets, hunted by enemies she can't see, and falling for a man she was never supposed to love.
Because the most dangerous place for her... might be right beside her husband.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
8.3
Five years ago, a silver bullet meant for Alpha Liam shattered my spine. I took the shot to save him, and in exchange, my inner wolf went silent. I became a ghost in my own pack—the barren Luna.
But gratitude has an expiration date. Liam brought Sarah home, claiming she was just a "designated breeder" for the heir I couldn't provide.
It was a lie. When Sarah faked a fall, Liam didn't defend me. To appease the Elders, he ordered me to be whipped with silver lashes.
He watched from the balcony as I bled.
Later, on the day he marked her, he drained my rare blood to save her from a "miscarriage," then handed me a one-way ticket to Paris.
"It's for your safety," he said, exiling me to make room for his new family.
I looked at the man I sacrificed everything for. He didn't see a wife; he saw a resource to be used and discarded. He thought he could break me and send me away quietly.
So, I gave him exactly what he wanted: a dead Luna.
I didn't board the plane to Paris. Instead, I let him watch the news report that Flight 815 had crashed into the Atlantic with no survivors.
While he went mad with grief, realizing Sarah was a fraud, I was in the North, unlocking the White Wolf he thought was gone forever.
When we met again, I wasn't his broken wife. I was holding another Alpha's hand.
"Liam Vance," I smiled, my eyes glowing white. "I reject you."
8.4
After being kidnapped for years and finally rescued, five-year-old Izzy thought she was going home to her wealthy biological family.
But when the social worker brought her to the freezing bus station, her biological father, Conrad, didn't even get out of his Mercedes. He took one look at her tangled hair and worn-out shoes, his lip curling in disgust.
"I have a real family now. I'm not disrupting my life for this."
He drove away, leaving her choking on his exhaust fumes. When her rough, grease-stained uncle Bryan forcefully brought her to the family mansion, things only got worse. Her biological mother refused to touch her, complaining that she smelled like a dumpster. Her half-sister Katelynn pushed her to the ground, making her bleed, and framed her for stealing. Instead of helping, Conrad roared at Izzy, calling her a wild animal and threatening to throw her back onto the streets.
Izzy stood there shivering in her oversized rags, watching them stand together in a perfect, unbroken circle. She didn't understand why her own blood looked at her like she was a monster, or why they were so eager to throw a traumatized child back into the dark.
But what her wealthy family didn't know was that Izzy had a secret: she could hear plants talking. And the greenhouse orchids were screaming at their cruelty. So, she climbed onto their expensive coffee table, pointed at her mechanic uncle, and made her choice.
"I don't want Conrad to be my daddy. I want Uncle Bryan."
She walked out of that loveless mansion forever, ready to follow the whispers of an old apple tree in her new backyard—a tree that was about to guide her to a buried fortune of gold.
9.0
Seventeen years after going missing, Brooklyn was finally brought back to her ultra-wealthy biological family.
But instead of a tearful reunion, her parents and sisters treated her like infectious garbage, mocking her cheap clothes and calling her a country bumpkin.
They dumped her into a remedial class to hide her away, cut off her allowance, and threatened to lock down her trust fund to force her into absolute submission.
One night, Brooklyn stood in the shadows of the estate and overheard a conversation that shattered everything.
She hadn't wandered off as a child.
Her parents had deliberately thrown her away because a fake fortune teller claimed her birth chart was a jinx to the family's wealth.
They felt zero remorse, only plotting to banish her again the moment she turned eighteen.
Her biological father thought he was putting a leash on a helpless, uneducated girl by cutting off her pocket change.
He had no idea that Brooklyn was the anonymous VIP who casually dropped sixty million dollars on an emerald at the city's most exclusive auction.
He didn't know she was the elusive medical genius that the world's most powerful billionaires were currently tearing the city apart to find.
The last microscopic shred of hope for a family withered into cold ash in her chest.
"Lock down my trust fund?"
She pulled out her encrypted phone and activated her shadow networks, severing herself entirely from their pathetic surveillance.
Since they believed she was a jinx, she was going to show them exactly what a real curse looked like.