Divorced and Remarried:Desired by Two Billionaires
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both?
Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.
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Chapter 1
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~Velma's POV
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at a complicated diagram spread across the desk, pencil hovering above it as I tried to make sense of the lines and measurements.
It had been a quiet morning until Lira, one of my maids, knocked gently at the door, breaking my concentration.
"Madam?" Her voice was careful, polite, but I could hear the tension underneath. "Your mother-in-law... she's here."
I froze. My hand stopped mid-air. I knew exactly what that meant. Every time she came, it was a test, a storm wrapped in civility. I put down the pencil, taking a deep breath, forcing the smile I would need to wear.
"Thank you, Lira. Please... tell her I'll see her in the living room."
Lira hesitated at the door. She nodded slowly, clearly worried, but left with a quiet click of the door.
I straightened my dress and smoothed my hair, rehearsing the calm, polite voice I would use, the smile I would wear. When I stepped into the living room, she was already there, seated, her cold, calculating gaze fixed on me as though measuring my worth.
"Good morning, Mother," I said, keeping my voice even.
She looked me over, her expression tight, lips curling in a polite sneer. "Good morning, Velma," she said flatly. "I suppose you've been busy with... whatever it is you do to occupy your days."
I blinked, keeping my smile. "Yes, Mother. I have been seeing the gynaecologist lately."
She waved her hand dismissively. "Ah, Gynaecologist. As if that will help."
I felt my chest tighten, but I stayed quiet, forcing myself to remain polite.
Her eyes narrowed. " You've given my son nothing he truly wanted. You've never been enough for him."
The words landed hard, sharper than I expected. I gripped the edge of the chair to steady myself. "Mother... I...."
"You...what?" she interrupted sharply. "You think words can excuse failure? You think he should stay because of your... presence? You should be ashamed."
I swallowed, trying to hold back the heat rising in my throat. "I've done my best. I've..."
"Best?" she cut in, voice rising. "You're barren. Defective. You're an orphan who only married him for his money. Don't pretend you've done anything right."
I forced a polite smile, the one I'd worn hundreds of times before. "Of course, Mother."
She stood abruptly, sweeping toward the door. "I didn't come here to see you. I came for my son. Not for someone who cannot give him what he deserves."
I nodded, keeping my composure. "Of course, Mother, but he isn't around."
"Then I will wait for him!"
She left, slamming the door to her room, leaving a silence that felt suffocating.
I sank onto the couch, letting the air whoosh out in a long sigh. Lira appeared with tea, concern clear on her face.
"Are you... Okay, Madam?" she asked softly.
I nodded, forcing a small smile, and reached to take the cup, but almost immediately my stomach turned. A wave of nausea hit me, sharp and sudden. I froze, gripping the edge of the couch, trying not to let it show.
Lira's eyes widened. "Madam? Are you feeling well?"
My stomach twisted violently, and I barely made it to my room, then to the bathroom, before vomiting. I pressed my hands against the cold edge of the sink, trying to catch my breath. My chest heaved, my head spun, and the room tilted around me.
For weeks, I had been feeling off, tired all the time, a constant queasiness I had ignored, telling myself it was stress or maybe something I ate. But now, standing there, a cold thought struck me.
My period... I had missed it.
I stumbled back into the room.
I reached for the drawer and flung it open, my hands shaking as though they had minds of their own. Inside, the pregnancy test lay where I had left it.
I fumbled with it, tearing the wrapper as fast as I could. My bare feet touched the cold wooden floor, making me shiver, and I dashed back into the bathroom.
The moment I saw the two pink lines, my hands flew to my stomach as if I could somehow hold the life inside me close. I pressed my fingers gently against it, feeling a strange warmth and fluttering that made my chest swell in a way I hadn't felt in years.
I whispered, almost in disbelief, "Oh... after all these years..." My lips curved into a soft, trembling smile, and I sank against the bathroom counter, closing my eyes, letting myself feel the happiness that seemed almost foreign. It was like the world had paused for me in that instant, the noise and tension of everything else fading away.
"I hope it's a girl," I murmured, my fingers tracing small, careful circles on my stomach, as if I could already communicate with the tiny life growing inside me.
My laugh was shaky, trembling from nerves and excitement, and I pressed a hand over my mouth, trying to contain it, but it bubbled out anyway.
I imagined her little hands, soft and warm, wrapping around mine, the gentle tug of curiosity and trust. I pictured her laugh, high and clear, echoing through the house, and the way her small voice would call me "Mama," a sound I had dreamed of for years but seldom allowed myself to imagine. My heart ached with the sweetness of it, and tears threatened to spill as I pressed my palm over my stomach again, feeling the tiny, unknown life that would change everything.
"Oh, Dylan... he's going to be so happy," I whispered, my mind already painting pictures of the moment I would tell him, of the way he might smile.
Then my phone rang, sharp and insistent, slicing through the quiet and my daydream. I returned to the room, reaching for it on the shelf. I glanced at the screen. Dylan. My smile widened, thinking of the moment I'd finally tell him.
I swiped and answered, my voice soft, excited. "Hello?"
"Velma... you need to come to the police station. There's been an accident. Just... come. Now." His voice was tense, clipped, urgent. Every word hit me like ice water.
"Wait... what happened? Are you okay? Tell me! Please!" My pulse raced, chest tight.
"I'm fine. Just... come. Now. I can't explain on the phone." And then he hung up.
I stared at the phone in my hand, fear crashing through me. My hands clutched it like a lifeline. "No, no, no... please, let him be okay," I whispered. My stomach twisted, and I didn't stop to think about how I was dressed or how my hair had fallen loose. I ran from the bedroom, calling for the driver.
"Start the car. Now!"
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9.0
For seven years, I was the perfect wife to Denny Sanford and the brilliant CTO who built the core technology of his billion-dollar empire.
But at my brother-in-law's memorial service, I hid behind a velvet curtain in the study and caught my husband passionately kissing the grieving widow, Brittany.
They weren't just having an affair. Brittany was pregnant with Denny's child.
"Once the paternity test confirms the baby is a Sanford heir, we control everything," she whispered.
"Christa is brilliant with data, but clueless with people. She's completely harmless," Denny sneered, dismissing me as a convenient tool.
My world shattered. Under his protection, Brittany had already stolen the credit and millions of dollars in consulting fees for my patents. To maintain his perfect facade, Denny even abandoned our six-year-old daughter's championship to hold his mistress's hand through a fake hospital visit.
I had sacrificed my days and nights to build his company, only to realize my entire marriage was a calculated lie designed to fund his second family. He thought my scientific detachment made me blind, stupid, and weak.
Harmless? I smiled coldly in the dark, backed up every server log proving my intellectual property, and messaged the most ruthless divorce attorney in New York. If he wanted to build his future on stolen data, I would show him exactly how a scientist dismantles a flawed experiment.
7.1
Barrett handed me a Montblanc pen and a legal document, his voice as cold as the rain lashing against his Tribeca penthouse. He told me to sign an admission of guilt for an SEC violation I never committed.
"Eighteen months in prison, Anaya," he said, adjusting his cufflinks without looking at me. "The trust fund is set up. You'll get twenty million dollars the moment you step out."
I was being sold. The man I had loved for ten years, the man whose secrets I had kept, was trading my freedom to save his merger with Adele Townsend. He had scrubbed the digital logs of Adele’s illegal trades and pinned everything on me. When I refused, he didn't see my heartbreak; he only saw a malfunction in a business transaction.
"Do not speak her name," he hissed when I mentioned Adele’s fraud. "This merger is bigger than you."
He forced the pen into my hand, calling me dramatic while his security guards dragged me to a locked bedroom to "cool down." I spent three days parched and starving, listening to the muffled sound of champagne corks popping down the hall. They were celebrating my destruction. My heart finally gave out in that luxury cage, the darkness swallowing me as I realized I was nothing more than a disposable asset to him.
I died in that room, alone and betrayed by the person I trusted most. How could he do this? How could a decade of loyalty be worth less than a stock price? Why did I let him treat me like a sacrificial lamb for so long?
GASP. I shot up in bed, my lungs burning, but I wasn't in the penthouse. I was in my old, peeling Brooklyn apartment, and the date on my phone was May 12th—three years ago.
My phone buzzed with a text from Barrett: "Where are you? Bring the Townsend files. Now."
A cold, cruel smile touched my lips as I typed the reply that would start his nightmare.
"I quit."
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.
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.
7.7
Kiara Watson had lived an unhappy life with her family, always overshadowed by her sister, Cloe, who stole all the attention with her beauty.
However, Kiara's fate took an unexpected turn when, by mistake and out of obligation, she found herself linked to Archie Villarreal, the man who caused a sensation in the most powerful family, the Villarreals.
A dirty trick by Cloe awakened the fury of billionaire Archie. For Kiara, being Cloe's twin became her greatest sin.
She received cruel punishment from Archie, who would do everything in his power to keep her from escaping, creating a stormy and passionate game of love and vehemence.
8.9
The family of Williams are known to be strict, rigid and too controlling; they set barriers and closed edges between relations and an interloper.
A family once filled with wealth and life of riches went bankrupt after it was discovered most of its stocks were poorly managed by top board members in the enterprise.
Emily Williams, was born into this once prosperous family, her father Mr Williams Richard mentally broken since the huge financial loss had to change the family doctrines and conservative manners to accommodate an outsider, a Rich one to be precise.
Her mother Elizabeth Williams and brother John Williams, work as a day labourer to make ends meet they find it hard to gratify the whole family needs for the pressure was hard on their neck.
Since their father is unable to support the family's financial backbone he had only one idea that could take the family out of financial disgrace: His youngest child and only daughter, Emily Williams.
She was later given out as an arranged marriage after she gave up her passion to become an entrepreneur She would now become a full house wife to a son of an affluent lineage in the society where she would face different adversaries and oppositions.
She wasn't welcomed into the family of the Carter's; her mother in-law Sarah and her two daughters Hannah and Lucy saw her as proud, egoistic, narcissist, self-absorbed egomaniac, smug and insufferable.
She only got the approval of her father in-law Mr Carter James and husband Eric Carter who helped her in times of difficulty and pains due to a held promise made by James Carter and her father Richard Williams.
Read to find out if Emily would ignite her passion back when she figures she has been living a life full of lies and hatred.