Marry My Billionaire Second Husband
Amelia has slaved her whole life, working multiple jobs to help support her poor husband Caleb― only to discover he is a millionaire!
When confronted, Caleb feels no guilt. He divorces her immediately to pursue his true love, leaving her with nothing to her name.
"Kelsie is the woman that I love, the woman who truly deserves to be by my side," Caleb said. "Now, sign the papers and I can end this farce of a marriage."
But thankfully, fate has yet to close all its doors on her.
The messy breakup has led Amelia to meet the elusive Matteo Montgomery, the mysterious owner of X'el International Inc., and even though Amelia could have sworn that this is the first time they have ever met, Matteo seemed to hold more interest in her than ordinary.
With her divorce finalized, Matteo's courtship quickly grows more extravagant. He offers her everything, from a job as his secretary, a new penthouse apartment, and a permanent home in his heart.
But just as Amelia's heart begins to open up to Matteo's sincerity, Caleb comes crawling back, determined to ruin her life.
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"Oh?" Matteo asked, and Amelia caught a hint of amusement in his voice. "Then pray tell, what did we converse about?"
Amelia swallowed. Good heavens, he was so close. She could barely even breathe, afraid that every movement she made would just amplify how loud her heartbeat was. It was racing like a bullet train at this point, and she felt it clog at her throat, refusing her a chance to speak.
"I... I...I―"
"I have no girlfriend, Amelia," Matteo said. "And before you overthink, I do not have a wife in secret either."
His fingers didn't let go of her wrist, and instead, it even tightened its grip. It wasn't painful in the slightest, but it sent surges of electricity rushing through her body as though she had been struck by lightning in the most thrilling of ways.
A coy smile curved his lips, and he leaned in just the slightest. His lips were now a hair's breadth away from hers, and Amelia instinctively held her breath.
"Unless, perhaps you would like to volunteer?"
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Chapter 1
"Amelia?"
Amelia stiffened when she heard the familiar voice call out her name through the door. It greatly muffled the speaker, but with how she was nearly plastered against the wall, she could still catch it.
There was a short chuckle, followed by a harrumph of disgust.
"She's nothing more than a loyal dog."
Instantly, her blood chilled in her veins. Amelia could recognize that voice anywhere. After all, they had spent countless nights entangled with each other, with him moaning her name. Only, she had never heard her name spoken with such coldness and nonchalance.
"Man, that's harsh," a bark of laughter came from inside, followed by many others. "She's still your wife, Caleb! Or are you planning to divorce her now that the heiress of Friesent Corp is back?"
Amelia's hands began to tremble as she bit down on her bottom lip.
No, this must be a coincidence. She had a common name, and her husband did too. There was a high chance that there must be a different couple in Sol City with the same names they did.
Right?
"Are you still toying with her?" another man asked from inside the room, someone Amelia didn't recognize. To be fair, she recognized none of them. Caleb had never let her meet his friends and hardly ever mentioned them by name. "She's your wife. One day, you'll have to come clean with her that you're the future heir of W&W Industries. You can't keep her in the dark forever."
"Don't you know, Benji? Until she has proven herself, she will never know the man she truly married," someone said. There were a lot more snickers but they were slowly drowned out by the rapid thundering of Amelia's heart. "The great Mr. Caleb Walton thinks that his wife is a gold digger!"
"And she is nothing but a foolish bitch to not figure out Caleb's identity even after all this while!"
More laughter rang from inside the room, and Amelia soon found it difficult to stand upright. Her knees felt wobbly and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. That name was the final nail in the coffin.
She looked down at the diamond ring on her finger, the stone painfully small. Back then, Caleb had said that he hadn't any money to buy her a proper ring and that when his business flourished, he would replace this tiny gemstone with a big diamond, one she could boast about.
Amelia could still remember the way her heart fluttered at his words back then. She hadn't cared about the size of the gemstone and was just happy that she would now be able to live with her best friend and partner in crime.
Through the dark, grueling days of poverty and struggle, their wedding vows had given her so much strength to get through to the next day. Everything had been for Caleb's startup company― ever since they got married, Amelia had worked tirelessly day after day, her wages sent directly to Caleb's card.
Was it all a lie?
"What are you doing here?"
Amelia jumped in her skin when she heard that sharp bark, spinning around with her hand to her chest to see her manager, Nigel, standing right behind her. He gestured at the door, spit erupting from his lips as he spoke.
"Get back to work! Room 58 has been waiting for their beverages for the last half an hour!" He glowered at her, taking a menacing step forward. "One more daydream and I am docking your pay, Kentwood."
Adjusting his facial expression, he walked past Amelia, making sure to knock against her shoulder harshly before pushing the door open. Amelia paled when she looked up and realized the number etched into the bronze plate outside the door she had been eavesdropping.
"Mr. Walton," Nigel said from inside the room. Amelia could already hear the sickly sweet smile in his voice, no doubt eager to please. "So sorry for the delay. Your wine is here."
"Well, hurry up then!" one of Caleb's friends yelled from inside. "We've been waiting forever!"
"Yes, of course, Mr. Rutherford― What on earth are you standing there for?" Nigel's voice was a hushed, frantic murmur as he desperately tried to wave Amelia into the room.
She collected herself, sucked in a deep breath, and lowered her head before scuttling into the room. Just stepping in, through her peripheral vision, she caught sight of the man she shared a bed with― only, she couldn't even recognize him.
On an average day, she could see Caleb in nothing more than an old t-shirt and a pair of worn-down jeans. Perhaps whenever he was about to go out for work, he would don a nicer suit, but it was never something that cost more than what could be bought at the local department store.
Now, even just from one glance, Amelia could smell the way he reeked of money. Caleb's expression was cold, nothing like the usual warm smile he always wore. He had one leg crossed over the other, his expensive dress shoes practically glistening under the dim lighting as he rested his chin against his knuckles. He barely even paid her any attention― and why would he?
Amelia was dressed in the club's uniform and her hair was a greasy mess after working the entire day. She was sure she still stank like the oil from the fast food restaurant she worked at for her last shift.
"Have you heard, Caleb?" one of the men said, ignoring Nigel and Amelia as they began to serve the wine. "Kelsie Friesent is back. Rumor on the street is that she is eager to rekindle the romance between you two."
"They broke up years ago," another said, sneering. "And if I recall, Kelsie was the one to break it off. Caleb is married now."
"That doesn't mean he can't get a divorce," said the first man with a laugh. "So what's it going to be, Caleb? You can't possibly have caught feelings for that mangy street dog, have you?"
"Me? Catch feelings for her?" Caleb said.
The moment he spoke, Amelia's movements paused as an instinctive bodily reaction. Her breath caught in her throat and her movements stilled. Even Nigel turned to look at her with alarm, nodding at the wine glasses subtly as though trying to pull her out of her reverie, but to no avail.
"Doesn't she work hard to get money for your fake startup?" one of Caleb's friends laughed. "Where else can you find such a loyal wife?"
"Say, Caleb, if you're actually tired of her, mind sharing her with me?" another said, much to the delight of the men present.
"Go ahead," Caleb said nonchalantly, a ghost of a smile in his voice. "I'm just about sick of her anyway."
"Are you sure you want her?" one teased. "Who knows how she earned all that money? She might be just about as used as a dirty kitchen rag at this point―"
That man was cut off by the sound of a shatter. Bits of glass flew everywhere and everyone present was startled where they were, turning their attention to the poor girl who kneeled in front of the tables, a smashed wine bottle in her hand.
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7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.3
Camila Damien has spent years avoiding Eric Sylvester-the ruthless CEO whose cold reputation precedes him. But when a career-making promotion forces them together on a billion-dollar pharmaceutical project, avoidance becomes impossible. Eric can't shake the feeling that he's seen her before. The mysterious woman in his wallpaper. The missing pieces of a night he can't remember. And now, the brilliant scientist who challenges him at every turn. But Camila is hiding something darker than career ambitions. Three weeks of her life is gone. Stolen by a drugging incident she can't remember and a saboteur she can't identify. As corporate espionage, toxic family ties, and a dangerous conspiracy close in around them, Camila and Eric must decide: trust each other with their carefully guarded hearts, or lose everything, including their lives. In the high-stakes world of pharmaceutical giants, where betrayal comes from those closest to you and the truth is buried in forgotten memories, love might be the most dangerous risk of all.
8.6
Elena who grew up in the countryside was brought back to the city only to be used and abandoned by her very own family. Used in replacement for her sister and finding out the truth from years ago, will Elena seek revenge? What happens when she turns out to be different from what was expected?
Adrian Laurent, crippled and treated like a commodity by his family. Adrian swore to get revenge for everything done to him and his mother in the past. What happens when his new wife finds/finds out he is not crippled?
Will she trust him?
"Don't touch me! You lied to me, I trusted you." Elena remarked tears streaming down from her face, she had been able to handle all forms of betrayers but she would never be able to handle this.
"I didn't mean to lie Elena, you never asked me if it was a lie. I'm sorry Elena, I should have told you sooner, please forgive me.." Adrian drawled...
Elena slowly backed away from there and ran, only to be cornered by her husband once again. She forgot, he could walk now...
7.5
Celine loves her lover Zack very much. It was so deep that he was willing to introduce her to his father. All he got was a wound. Zack suddenly turned cold, walked away for no reason, then had the heart to return his longing with a rude attitude.
When a status on social media reveals Zack's dark side, which is hungry for women and money, Celine's heart is broken.
What's more surprising is that none of this is a coincidence. Zack wanted to destroy it. But in the midst of the destruction, there was one person who stood silently behind Celine, Arlend. The man who had been harboring feelings, was not willing to see Celine fall too deep.
Just as Celine is about to end her life on the city bridge, Arlend arrives. He saved Celine's body and possibly her soul. From that day on, Arlend vowed never to leave Celine alone again.
But Celine's wound was not finished. When Adiwangsa was threatened with bankruptcy, his position as leader was shaken. And when he chooses to secretly marry Arlend, Zack's shadow hasn't really gone from Celine's side.
How can Celine deal with all this? Between the past, and the man who is now with her.
9.5
Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games.
Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission.
Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only.
"I have a very high sex drive."
He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion.
Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry?
But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage.
7.8
The freezing rain lashed against my face as I clung to the iron gates of the Hendrix estate, begging for a chance to prove I didn't kill my best friend.
I had come here for mercy, but the man I had secretly loved for years had a different plan. He didn't want to hear my truth; he wanted to see me broken.
As the sun rose, the estate manager delivered the final blow. He shoved Emery’s phone into my face, showing a forged text message that framed me for her death, then turned his back as the gates slammed shut.
My own family didn't offer a lifeline, either. When the police came for me, my parents didn't fight for my innocence; they chose to disown me to save their bank accounts from Alfredo’s wrath.
I was thrown into Rikers Island, stripped of my dignity, and subjected to years of calculated, brutal torture paid for by the man who once held my heart.
How could the person I loved turn my life into a private slaughterhouse based on a lie?
After three years of hell, I walked out of those prison gates with nothing but a scarred body and a hollow soul. The woman who loved Alfredo Hendrix died in that cell. Now, I’m back in the city where it all began, and I’m done hiding.