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 4
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~Velma's POV
I stood there, staring at the house I'd called home for ten years, my chest tight and my legs trembling like they weren't even mine anymore. The gate slammed shut behind me, and it felt louder than any scream I could have made, like the final lock on everything I had believed in, everything I had trusted.
I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, feeling the life inside me, our child, and my tears fell hotter and heavier than the night air could swallow. "I'm carrying his child too, mother," I whispered, my voice breaking.
I thought about our vows, the promises he made, the hands he held mine in, the love I believed in. "What happened to usDylan?" I murmured into the morning, bitter laughter shaking my lips. "And my sister... You chose her of all people in the world."
I started walking because standing still hurt too much. Every step felt heavy, every breath ragged, but I couldn't stop. "He wanted children... I know that. But I hurt too. I hurt more. "
By the time I realized how far I'd walked, my legs were sore, my feet blistered, and my arms ached from wrapping around myself to keep warm. I pulled out my phone with shaking hands, booked a ride, and within five minutes, he pulled up in front of me.
"Take me to Rosewood Estate."
"Yes, ma," he replied and hurried to start the engine.
The car pulled away, and streetlights slid past the windows like streaks of gold. My stomach throbbed with each heartbeat, and my throat felt tight.
I stared out the window and whispered to myself,
"Why... why is this happening to me?"
By the time we reached Rosewood Estate, my palms were sweaty, and my chest felt heavy. The security guards opened the gate without question, and the driver stopped right in front of the tall white house with the flower-shaped balcony.
I got out, trying to steady myself.
I did not even knock.
I pushed the door open and walked in.
My parents, my adoptive parents, sat in the living room, my father reading the newspaper, my mother scrolling through her phone. They both looked up, startled.
Mother frowned.
"Velma? What are you doing here at this hour?"
Father adjusted his glasses.
"It's early in the morning. Why are you not home with your husband?"
I swallowed, my voice shaking.
"Good morning, Mum. Good morning, Dad."
They nodded stiffly but did not stand, did not hug me, did not look happy to see me.
My mother sighed.
"Speak. What is it?"
I took a breath that hurt.
"Eva... she is secretly seeing Dylan and is even pregnant with his child. And...and.... she did something wrong, and Dylan wants me to take the fall for it. He wants me to go to prison so her life won't be ruined."
Silence.
I waited for shock.
I waited for outrage.
I waited for someone to say, "Oh my God, Velma, are you okay?"
Instead, father folded his newspaper and said calmly,
"Dylan is wealthy. He can do anything he wants. And besides, I didn't blame him since you refused to give him a child."
I blinked.
"What?"
Mother leaned back, unfazed.
"And you'd better go back and take the blame for our daughter. After everything we have done for you. Is this how you repay us?"
My mouth fell open.
"After everything you did for me? You never even treated me like your child."
Mother scoffed.
"You always envied Eva. You always wanted what she had."
"No!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "Eva always wanted EVERYTHING I ever had! Since we were kids, I always backed down. I always let her win. But now she wants my husband, and you're supporting it?"
Father shrugged.
"Why not? Our family is among the richest and largest investors in Dylan's company. It is not a bad match."
"What about me?"
"You leave the picture and find yourself another man," Mother said, nonchalantly.
The room spun.
My knees weakened.
My heart dropped.
I stared at them, speechless, breathless, shattered.
They never loved me.
They never even wanted me.
And now they threw me away.
Without another word, I walked out and slammed the door behind me.
I kept walking, even though the morning sun was already too bright for my swollen eyes. Everything felt loud... the birds, the passing cars, even my own breathing. I didn't know where I was going. My legs were shaking, but I kept moving, dragging my suitcases with me.
I whispered under my breath, almost like a prayer, "Where do I even go now..." but no answer came.
Then a deep engine sound hummed behind me. Slow. Too controlled to be random.
I turned slightly, wiping my face with the back of my hand, and a sleek black SUV pulled up beside me.
The tinted window slid down, and my stomach dropped. It was my adoptive grandfather's bodyguard.
He stepped out immediately, his expression tightening the moment he saw my face.
"Madam Velma," he said quietly, almost like he was afraid I'd break if he spoke too loud, "your grandfather sent me. Please... come with me."
He took me to a cafe close by.
"Your grandfather sent me."
I stared at him, confused and shaking. "H-How? How did he know? How did he find me?"
"He always kept someone watching over you from a distance," the bodyguard said. "Since the day you married Mr Dylan."
My mouth fell open. "What? Why?"
He nodded. "He wanted to make sure that you are safe."
He reached into a leather folder and placed items on the table: documents, a passport, a brand-new phone, an envelope, and a boarding pass.
My voice trembled. "What... what is all this?"
"Your grandfather arranged everything," he said. "A new identity for travel, money, and a flight to the next city. He wanted you far from danger."
Tears filled my eyes. "Far from danger? What does that even mean?"
"He said that he will tell you everything when the time is right," the bodyguard replied quietly. "And he is sorry it took this long to step in."
He drove me straight to the airport. My hands shook the entire ride.
When we reached the departure gate, he handed me another envelope.
"This is from him. Read it on the plane," he said.
I looked at him with watery eyes. "Thank you."
He bowed his head gently. "Stay safe."
I boarded the plane with a heart that felt torn open. As soon as I sat, I pulled out the letter and unfolded it.
My grandfather's handwriting stared back at me, shaky, old, familiar.
I am sorry, he wrote.
I failed to protect you. I should have taken you away when I saw the signs. I will make sure that I make it up to you. I give you my word.
Heal. Rest. Then I will tell you everything later.
I covered my mouth with my hand as tears poured down my face. I cried silently, cried until my chest hurt, cried until the flight attendant asked if I needed water. I cried because I had no idea what to do or what tomorrow looked like.
When the plane landed, I stepped out with weak legs and blurry eyes. The airport lights were too bright, and the noise felt too loud. My stomach growled painfully, and my head spun. I tried to keep walking, but dizziness washed over me.
"Not now... please..." I whispered.
My vision darkened.
My knees buckled.
I fell forward, right into someone.
Strong arms caught me, but my mind was slipping away. I only registered the scent of clean cologne, a chest against my cheek, and a deep voice calling for help.
Everything went black.
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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.