Divorced at Midnight, Married to the Billionaire at Dawn
On the night of her third wedding anniversary, Isabella Hart discovered her husband in another woman's bed.
By morning, she was divorced.
Humiliated. Replaced. Erased.
After three years of loving a man who treated her like a shadow in her own marriage, Isabella walks away with nothing but her pride - and a secret she refuses to tell him.
But fate has a cruel sense of humor.
Hours after signing the divorce papers, she accidentally marries the most powerful and dangerously untouchable man in the city - billionaire CEO Alexander Laurent - in a legally binding contract mistake that cannot be undone.
Alexander needs a wife to secure his inheritance.
Isabella needs revenge.
What begins as a cold-blooded deal soon turns into something neither of them expected.
Because her ex-husband suddenly wants her back.
And this time... she's no longer the woman he threw away.
But when secrets unravel and the truth about that anniversary night comes to light, Isabella must decide-
Is this marriage her salvation... or her greatest mistake?
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Chapter 1
The candles were still burning when Isabella heard the moan.
Low.
Breathy.
Female.
She froze in the hallway of their penthouse apartment, the anniversary cake trembling slightly in her hands.
Three years of marriage.
Three hours of preparation.
Three seconds before her world shattered.
At first, she told herself she was mistaken.
Maybe the TV was on.
Maybe Daniel was on a call.
Maybe-
Another moan. Louder this time.
Followed by his voice.
Soft. Intimate. The voice he hadn't used on her in months.
"Don't worry," Daniel murmured. "She won't be back until late."
The cake slipped from her fingers.
It hit the marble floor with a sickening splat.
Silence followed.
Then, there were hurried whispers from the bedroom.
Isabella didn't remember walking down the hallway.
Didn't remember pushing open the half-closed door.
But she would remember what she saw for the rest of her life.
Daniel.
Her husband.
In their bed.
With another woman beneath him.
The silk anniversary sheets she bought last week tangled around their naked bodies.
For a second, no one spoke.
Daniel's eyes met hers.
Not guilty.
Not ashamed.
Just... annoyed.
The woman gasped and pulled the sheet to her chest.
"Oh my God-" she whispered.
Isabella's voice came out eerily calm.
"Am I interrupting?"
Daniel exhaled slowly, as if she had walked in during a business meeting.
"You weren't supposed to be home yet."
That hurt more than the betrayal.
She swallowed.
"I came home early. It's our anniversary."
Silence.
The other woman stiffened.
Daniel rolled off the bed with zero urgency, reaching for his pants.
"You should've called first."
Isabella stared at him.
"I should have called? Before coming into my own home?"
Daniel finally looked at her fully.
And whatever she saw in his eyes killed something inside her.
"I didn't want to do this tonight," he said flatly. "But maybe it's better this way."
Her fingers curled.
"Do what?"
He finished buttoning his shirt before answering.
"I want a divorce."
The word echoed in the room.
Divorce.
Three years of loving him.
Supporting him when his startup nearly collapsed.
Enduring his mother's constant insults.
She gave up her own career to help build his company.
And now-
A divorce?
"For her?" Isabella asked quietly.
The woman shifted uncomfortably.
Daniel didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
The honesty was brutal.
"You're joking," Isabella whispered.
"I'm not."
She felt the floor tilt slightly beneath her heels.
"What about us?"
"There is no 'us,' Isabella." His voice turned cold. "You were convenient. Supportive. Safe. But I've outgrown this."
Outgrown.
Like she was an old coat he no longer needed.
Her throat burned.
"You promised forever."
He laughed softly.
"You were naive enough to believe that."
The other woman slid out of bed, wrapping herself in Isabella's robe.
"I think I should go-"
"No," Daniel said. "Stay."
Isabella's nails dug into her palms.
"Daniel, how long?"
He didn't even try to lie.
"Six months."
Six months.
Half a year.
While she was planning anniversary surprises.
While she was defending him to everyone.
While she was loving him.
Her voice trembled now.
"Why?"
The woman spoke instead.
"Because I'm pregnant."
The world went silent.
Isabella blinked.
"What?"
Daniel's jaw tightened.
"She's carrying my child."
Her ears rang.
"That's not possible."
"It is."
She stared at him.
"And if she wasn't pregnant?"
He didn't hesitate.
"I'd still leave."
That was the final blow.
Not the pregnancy.
Not the cheating.
But the certainty.
The complete absence of love.
She laughed suddenly.
Soft.
Broken.
"You know what's funny?" she whispered. "I was going to tell you something tonight, too."
Daniel frowned.
"What?"
She shook her head.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
He grabbed his watch from the nightstand.
"I'll have my lawyer send papers tomorrow."
"You're kicking me out?"
"It's my penthouse."
"You bought it with our money."
"My money," he corrected. "My company."
She stared at him in disbelief.
"You wouldn't have company without me."
"And yet," he said smoothly, "I do."
Something inside her finally cracked.
The tears came-but silently.
She refused to sob in front of them.
Refused to beg.
Instead, she stepped backward toward the door.
"Congratulations," she said softly to the woman. "You've won."
The woman looked uneasy.
Daniel didn't.
As Isabella turned to leave, his voice stopped her.
"Oh, and Isabella?"
She didn't look back.
"Don't make this messy. You'll walk away with more dignity that way."
Dignity.
She almost laughed again.
She walked out of the bedroom.
Out of the hallway.
Out of the penthouse.
She didn't take her purse.
Didn't take her coat.
Didn't take anything except the wedding ring, which she slowly twisted off her finger in the elevator.
The metal felt heavier than it ever had.
By the time she reached the lobby, her phone buzzed.
A message from Daniel.
We'll discuss settlements tomorrow.
Settlement.
Like she was a contract.
Like she was nothing.
The elevator doors closed behind her.
And Isabella finally let the tears fall.
But as she stepped into the cold night air-
Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach.
Because Daniel wasn't the only one with a secret.
And if what she suspected was true...
He had just thrown away more than a wife.
He had thrown away his child.
Her phone buzzed again.
Unknown number.
She hesitated.
Then answered.
A deep, unfamiliar male voice spoke on the other end.
"Isabella Hart?"
She swallowed.
"Yes."
"This is Alexander Laurent. We need to talk about your husband."
Her breath caught.
"How do you know my husband?"
A pause.
Then-
"I know everything."
And suddenly...
The night didn't feel cold anymore.
It felt dangerous.
End of Chapter 1
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But my husband, Braydon, treated me worse than a stray dog.
When my heat cycle triggered early, the fever was agonizing. I crawled to our master bedroom, crying and begging him for just one temporary bite to save my life.
Instead, he locked the door from the inside.
"Go back to your room. I told you I didn't want to deal with you this weekend."
Through the crack under the door, I smelled the cheap perfume of his mistress. While I was dying in the hallway, forced to inject a toxic black-market suppressant that made me vomit blood, he was sleeping with her in our bed.
Days later, a drunk Braydon pinned me to the floor, trying to violently force a permanent mark on my neck just to assert his dominance.
When I fought him off, he blamed me for provoking him and casually tossed a credit card at me to buy my silence.
"Go buy whatever you want. Just tell the clinic you slipped in the shower."
Staring at the man who was supposed to protect me, my heart went completely cold. Why did I ever think this monster would change? This wasn't a marriage anymore; it was a cage, and the animal inside it was trying to kill me.
I quietly pressed the record button on my phone, capturing every single word of his twisted bribe.
Then, I pulled out a matte black business card and called the terrifying Enigma CEO who had been waiting for me in the shadows.
7.4
Faith Neal had vanished, burying her powerful past under layers of anonymity as an ER doctor. She was secretly dismantling the empire of the man she'd left behind, brick by costly brick, from the shadows. Until he walked into her trauma room, bleeding from a bullet wound, shattering her carefully built world with a single, dangerous glance.
Her heart hammered: Earl Hampton, the ruthless CEO she abandoned, was on the gurney, demanding only "Faith."
His presence shattered her new life. He accused her of running, his touch a possessive reminder. Soon after, old rivals Chad Miller and Tiffany Vance ambushed her, humiliating her, sparking a fight.
Panic and anger flared as Chad mocked her, calling her a "bitch." Shame burned, but a deeper fear gripped her – the architect of her revenge was bleeding in her ER, and he knew.
Before Chad could inflict more harm, Earl reappeared, violently intervening.
"I'm the man who's going to reclaim his assets," he rumbled. "I found you. I'm not losing you again."
8.1
Trigger Warning: This book is extremely dark, containing themes of obsession, strong sexual content, abuse, and psychological manipulation. Read at your own risk.
"I'll delete the pictures depending on how obedient you are. You have to do everything I say. If I want you to become a dog, you get on your knees and bark. Do we have a deal?"
Pierce leans down to Malakai's height, his lips brushing the shell of his ear, close enough to taste his fear.
"You don't want her to know what a dirty little creep you are, do you?"
Malakai Kreston is the preacher's perfect son. Quiet. Obedient. The kind of boy no one looks at twice.
But Malakai has a filthy secret. And he'll do anything-anything-to keep it buried.
Enter Pierce Masterson.
Wealthy. Attractive. Pierce doesn't just want Malakai's secret. He wants Malakai. All of him. His fear. His obedience. His body. His mind.
Pierce wants to own it, and lock it away where no one else can ever touch it.
Kai has always been the hunter-watching from the shadows, obsessing in silence, taking what doesn't belong to him.
Now someone is hunting him.
And Pierce doesn't play fair. He plays dirty.
How far can you run when the devil already knows every dark corner of your soul?
In a game of predator and prey, the lines blur. The roles reverse. And the most dangerous thing isn't the boy who holds the blackmail-
It's the moment Malakai stops wanting to be free.
7.6
Bridget caught her fiancé tangled in the sheets with another woman. She left the engagement ring behind and, in a moment of reckless defiance, had a one-night stand with Damond Oneill, the most terrifying billionaire on Wall Street.
But her nightmare was far from over. Her biological father threatened to destroy her mother's company if she didn't crawl back to her cheating ex to secure a business merger.
Worse, she found her mother coughing up bright red blood, secretly hiding a fatal illness. Desperate to save her family, Bridget attended a high-society gala, only for her ex and her legitimate half-sister to slip a powerful drug into her champagne. Trapped on a locked balcony, her body burning and paralyzed, she watched her ex approach to assault and film her.
"Let's see how arrogant you are when the drugs kick in."
She didn't understand why her own blood treated her like disposable trash. Why was she always the pawn while her mother suffered in secret? The absolute despair almost broke her.
Just as he grabbed her dress, a deafening explosion shattered the glass door.
Damond stepped through the ruin, brutally crippled her ex, and claimed her as his own. But when Damond's team traced her mother's secret medical funds to a highly classified Swiss clinic, Bridget realized the real war had just begun.
9.1
Selene Rivers was an upcoming singer and her future was bright until the moment when she received a phone call which was supposed to elevate her but ends up ruining her life.
During the night, she was declared a fraud, beat up on the street, run over by a car and charged with committing a crime she never committed. Her husband framed her. Her songs were stolen by her best friend. And the world thought that she was dead.
Selene lost her voice, her face and her child who she believed was dead at birth in jail.
Somebody wanted her to go permanently. The job was nearly done by a gang attack, but was rescued by billionaire Ronan Blackwood, who is the best friend of her husband, and provided her with a new name, a new face, and a second life.
Now Selene is willing to reclaim all the things that had been stolen.
With a new name she comes back to the music world and reveals the lies, the betrayal, and the secrets that took her to the hell. Her revenge, however, reveals a bigger truth, that her son is alive, and he has lived under her roof all along.
As she struggles to seek justice and reclaim her life, she begins to feel something she has never anticipated, that is, love, comfort, and security in the arms of Ronan.
Her past tried to bury her.
Her opponents attempted to mute her.
But she is done running.
This is the time she will have her voice back.
This time she will save her child.
This time, it will be her own choice of the future.
7.2
My grandfather sold me to a man named Maverick to settle his gambling debts. I stood on the private platform at Union Station, a human payment waiting to be collected.
But he never came. An hour later, his assistant called to say the deal was off. I was told to disappear by morning or face the consequences.
My family blamed me for their ruin and threw me out onto the street. Homeless and disowned, I had no choice but to take a low-level job at Prosperity Group, the biggest investment firm in Chicago. I needed to survive.
I never understood why he rejected me. I had followed every rule, worn the red dress he demanded, and waited like a lamb for slaughter. Why would he agree to save my family only to destroy us at the last second?
On my first day, I was called into the CEO's office. The man behind the desk was Damien Maddox, the city's most ruthless billionaire. He looked at me with a chilling familiarity. He was the man who had bought me. And he was the man who had thrown me away.