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 2
~Velma's POV
The ride to the police station was about five minutes, but it felt like five hours.
When we arrived, I bolted from the car and ran toward the station. One of the officers led me to a room, and my eyes immediately found Dylan... and then Eva, my sister, the real child of my adoptive parents.
Relief crashed over me for a moment, but it shattered instantly. She was there, cheeks wet with tears, looking at Dylan.
"What... what is she doing here?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "What's going on, Dylan?"
He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply like he was trying to shake off some heavy weight. "Velma... you know I'm a public figure. I have a reputation to protect. I have to make sure no one is above the law, even my family," he said, his voice calm. His eyes didn't leave mine, but there was something distant in them like it had always been.
My mind went blank for a moment, my pulse thundering in my ears. "What... what are you saying, Dylan?" I asked, my voice shaking even though I tried to steady it.
"Eva... she drank too much and drove the car," he continued, like it was nothing, like he was stating the weather. "She hit a woman's stall and destroyed it. So, I want you to take the fall for her. I'll do my best to make sure you're on probation, and nothing worse happens."
I froze. My hands curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms without me even realising. My knees felt weak, and the world seemed to spin around me. "You... you want me to take the blame? For something she did?" I whispered, my voice trembling, panic and anger twisting into a bitter knot in my stomach."
He stepped closer, looming over me. "Velma," he said, low and commanding, "she's about to open her own gallery and attend her first art exhibition, which is in collaboration with my company. If this scandal comes out, it could ruin her forever and also affect me. You have to do this. For her, for me... for everyone."
My voice cracked, and my eyes burned with tears I refused to let fall. "Did you even yourself? I'm your wife... and why would you even think I'd do that?"
He stepped closer, his presence heavy and suffocating. "Yes... You're my wife. You need to protect our life, our reputation. You'll handle this. And you will do it."
My breath caught in my chest. I stared at him, stunned. "What... what do you mean I will?" My voice shook, the words barely escaping my lips. "Dylan, I didn't do anything. I wasn't even there."
He didn't blink. "You don't need to be there. The story is already arranged. You were driving. You lost control. The woman understands. She will cooperate. Everything will be handled." He spoke like everything was already decided, like my life was a formality.
"What?!"
"Dylan, no," I whispered, almost choking on my own breath. "I can't do that. I didn't cause the accident. I wasn't even there. How do you expect me to..."
"You won't be going to jail," he cut in quietly, almost bored. "There just needs to be someone responsible. That's all. They'll file the report, the woman will cooperate, and it'll be over."
Over.
Like it was a stain he could wipe off his shirt.
My throat tightened. "I won't do it. I can't. Please don't ask me to do something like this."
He finally looked at me then, really looked, and something cold flickered in his eyes.
"If you don't accept," he said, "I'll divorce you."
I felt the floor tilt.
He continued talking, voice flat, like he was reminding me of a bill he'd already paid. "You're not contributing financially to this family. You haven't given me a child. You are just a defect. The least you can do is make this sacrifice."
My lips parted, but no sound came out.
"You... you can't mean that," I managed, barely audible.
"I do." He said with no hesitation.
Then he turned to the officer nearby, slid an arm around my shoulders like I was a loyal, supportive wife, and said, "She'll be at the station tomorrow morning to write her statement. We'll sort out everything."
The officer nodded, not even glancing at my face.
I couldn't speak. Even the news I had come to share with him wasn't just pushed aside... it vanished entirely from my mind. It didn't matter anymore. Not beside this.
Dylan took my hand without asking, pulled me gently but firmly, and called to Eva. "Come on."
He placed Eva in a cab first, told the driver her address, and shut the door like he was done with that chapter of the evening.
Then he led me to the car.
I didn't say a single word on the drive home. I couldn't. I think he tried to look at me once or twice, but when I didn't respond, he stopped trying.
When we reached home, the silence followed us inside.
We walked to our room like two strangers wearing the skins of a married couple. I sat on the edge of the bed. He stood a few steps away, studying me.
But nothing came out.
My chest heaved, each breath sharp and painful, and I felt the weight of the world crushing down on me. My eyes burned with tears I refused to let fall, but the shock, the humiliation, it was too much. My voice shook as I finally managed to speak, words tumbling out in broken fragments.
"I... I won't do it, Dylan," I said, my chest tight, my voice rising, thick with disbelief. "I will not take the blame for something Eva did. She... she should pay for her sins herself."
"Velma!" His voice thundered, making me flinch. "Don't tell me... you're just jealous of your sister? You want to ruin her life when you could actually help her! You're jealous because you do nothing, nothing at all, but you sit there and enjoy all the benefits that come with being my wife! And can you for once be useful, you this barren woman?!" He shoved his hands into his pockets, pacing slightly, then slammed a fist onto the edge of the table nearby.
I shook my head violently, despite the tremor in my legs. My hands clutched my stomach instinctively.
"No. No, Dylan. I... I can't. I won't. You can't... You can't just tell me to ruin my life for her. How could you even think that I would?" My voice trembled, breaking in half.
I swallowed hard, the taste of salt already on my tongue as tears blurred everything in front of me. "I've always danced to your tunes!" The words scraped out of me before I could stop them. "But this will be different."
My voice rose without my permission, trembling, breaking... filling the room anyway.
I sat there for a second, breathing like someone had punched the wind out of me. Then I just... gave up. I pulled the duvet over myself, curled into the smallest version of me, and let the sobs come in quiet, shaky waves.
I cried until my eyes ached, until my chest hurt, until sleep finally dragged me under.
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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.