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.
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Chapter 6
Evelyn.
"We meet again, little Angel. And this time, there's nowhere to run to." His words sent a cold shiver down my spine.
In less than twenty-four hours, I had been in the presence of three different men, each dangerous in his own way.
At least, I knew Victor was cruel and his violence was predictable and humiliating.
Dominic was dangerous too. I mean, the man was in the mafia if the rumors were true. And despite everything, he had been kind to me.
But the thing about Liam Kingsley was that I didn't know what exactly he wanted from me. And that made him the most dangerous one.
"What do you want?" I asked, forcing my voice to be steady even though I was scared. Where were the bodyguards Dominic left behind?
Liam tilted his head slightly, like he was amused by my question. "Straight to the point. I like that."
Dominic had told me enough about him on the drive here. He told me how Liam always found ways to ruin his plans, how he thrived on chaos, and how he couldn't be trusted. None of it had been flattering.
"I need your help," Liam continued calmly. "And if you agree, I'll help you in return. You're going to need it."
"I don't need anything from you," I scoffed. "You're the reason Dominic had to move me here in the first place."
His expression didn't change much, but his eyes narrowed.
"...I'm the reason you're here?" he repeated slowly.
I frowned. "That's what Dominic said."
Silence stretched between us. Then Liam laughed softly.
"Oh, Evelyn," he murmured. "That's interesting."
My stomach tightened. "What is?"
He leaned back in the chair, studying me openly now. "Tell me, did Dominic also mention Victor's announcement?"
My heart skipped. "What announcement?"
Instead of answering, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it. Then he turned the screen toward me.
It was a post.
Victor's face filled the screen, smirking and composed like always. But that wasn't what Liam was talking about.
Below the picture was a statement: a generous reward will be given to anyone with information leading to the whereabouts of my wife, Evelyn Blackthorn.
My breath caught. The timestamp was from this morning, some hours before Dominic moved me.
My fingers trembled as I stared at the screen.
"I don't understand..." I whispered.
Liam watched my reaction carefully. "That announcement went public hours before you were brought here."
He leaned forward slightly. "So ask yourself something for me, little Angel."
I swallowed.
"Why would a man protecting you need to lie about what he's protecting you from?"
The room felt too small suddenly, and it seemed like I was suffocating.
Dominic's words echoed in my head. "We had to move you because of Liam."
But this didn't align.
"I'm not saying Dominic is your enemy," Liam added lightly. "I'm just saying... he's not being honest."
Anger flared weakly in my chest, along with confusion. "You expect me to believe you over him?"
"No," he said easily as he took his phone from my grasp. "I expect you to start thinking for yourself."
I looked away, my hands curling into fists on the bed.
"I didn't ask to be dragged into whatever war you and Dominic are fighting," I muttered.
"And yet here you are," he replied. "Right in the middle."
He stood, checking his watch. "I have a fundraising event to attend."
Relief washed over me. I needed time alone to breathe.
"But before I go," he added, "just know that you can't trust everything Dominic tells you."
"Oh really?" I snapped. "Are you going to say Dominic lied about you two being enemies now?"
He stepped closer to the bed with a creepy smile on his face that sent shivers down my spine.
"Oh, we're enemies, alright?" he said quietly. "And that's what we'll always be."
He straightened his jacket and walked toward the window.
"Next time Dominic badmouths me," Liam said over his shoulder, "ask him what he knows about my father."
He opened the window smoothly.
"I'm trying to help you, Evelyn. When you finally figure that out..." He glanced back at me and threw his card onto the bed. "You know where to find me."
Then he was gone.
***
I didn't sleep peacefully that night.
Liam's words replayed over and over in my head, mixing with Dominic's kindness, Victor's cruelty, and the sickening realization that nothing around me was as simple as it seemed.
If Victor was offering a reward, then Dominic didn't move me because of Liam. So why did he lie? To make me hate Liam?
I would have loved to run away from this city-from all the drama-but I had no money. Victor never allowed me to have an account of my own. Everything was just so frustrating.
***
The next morning, Dominic came by with food and he looked really tired. I confronted him about the announcement, but he ignored me.
He didn't even ask how I knew about it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I persisted. His jaw tightened and he didn't answer right away.
"I'm protecting you," he finally said.
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you need."
Frustration bubbled up, but I let it go. If that's how he was going to act, fine.
"Well, I did some thinking over the night. And I need to start applying for jobs."
"No," he said flatly.
What?
"You don't need to work," Dominic continued. "I'll take care of everything."
"I don't want to be taken care of," I snapped.
His eyes darkened. "This isn't up for discussion."
Anger bubbled inside me. What exactly was his problem?
"Then at least buy me a phone. I can't keep living cut off from the world," I finally said. I had left my purse at the banquet that night, and I needed a new phone.
He studied me for a long moment, then nodded once. And later that day, a brand-new phone was placed on my bed while I was in the shower.
***
Some days passed, and I hadn't gotten any luck from job applications. Once I sent my resume, I never got an answer back. And I knew it was because of Victor.
Using my maiden name didn't free me from his clutches. And I was still hiding out in the house Dominic rented for me.
Finally, I took Liam's business card that I had tucked inside the drawer and stared at it for a long time before finally texting the number.
-Hi, Mr. Kingsley. This is Evelyn. I need a job.
His reply came less than an hour later: Check your email.
My heart raced as I opened it and saw that I had an interview with Kings Group Headquarters the next day.
But that happiness was short lived when I found out that I had started trending on twitter; because an anonymous account had leaked my nudes.
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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.