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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[Excerpt]
"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 6
Amelia sucked in a breath to steady herself. Caleb was still dressed to the nines, an outfit that looked incredibly out of place from their little shabby apartment. In another happier time, it would have signified that Caleb's business ventures were successful and their fortunes were turning for the better.
Now, it was a mockery of all the sacrifices she had made to keep his dream alive.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Caleb drawled out, his judgemental eyes roving all over her drenched shivering figure. "Guess you finally decided to come back after all."
"Where else am I supposed to go? In case you forgot, I am the one paying for this house," Amelia pointed out, narrowing her eyes at his impudent words.
"You have a lot to explain," Amelia continued, the hurt surging through her like a river current the longer she stared at Caleb's face.
Questions emerged from her mouth in a torrent.
"How could you do this to me, Caleb? Do all the years we spent together mean nothing to you? If you didn't love me, why did you stay married to me?!"
Caleb scoffed and put his feet up on their rickety coffee table. "You were awfully convenient. Which man would say no to a warm body who willingly enslaved themselves for you? Amelia, you only have yourself to blame for how things ended up between us. Why were you such a doormat?"
Amelia gasped at Caleb's sheer audacity. How could he insult all the sacrifices she made to keep their little family afloat? "A doormat? How... I did all these things because I loved you! You told me you had nothing to your name, so I was willing to help you succeed!"
Caleb shrugged at her declaration, as though it was nothing more than the wind between his ears.
"And I suppose sucking Matteo Montgomery's cock was part of your job description?"
"What?" Amelia exclaimed faintly, taking a step back at Caleb's insinuation. "You think I― you think I'm sleeping with Mr. Montgomery?"
"I know you are," Caleb said, rising up in one quick motion, twisted viciousness in every line of his face, a dark look in his eyes. "Why else would someone like him help a bug like you? I saw how he looked at you tonight. And how he treated me. You seduced him and spread rumors about me, didn't you?"
"I didn't do anything to him!" Amelia protested. Caleb's accusation was bordering on lunacy. "I've never seen him before!"
"A likely story," Caleb's nostrils flared in anger, "But I will not be fooled again. Sign the papers, Amelia."
"The... papers?" Amelia repeated dumbly, finally turning her eyes to the stack of documents on the table. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she read the first line.
'DIVORCE AGREEMENT'
"You're divorcing me?" Amelia demanded, storming forward to grab the documents so she could read them closely. There was nothing wrong with her eyes; the words were in black and white, Caleb was effectively accusing her of infidelity and using it to take whatever tiny joint assets they had.
His signature was already at the bottom, underneath his name. The ink had long dried, and Amelia couldn't help but wonder how long her loving husband had been planning this betrayal.
"Who is she?" The question escaped from Amelia's lips, unbidden. The papers shook in her hands.
"She?"
"The woman you're leaving me for, Caleb! I know you're having an affair!" Amelia yelled, her voice cracking in anger. Since Caleb was so quick to accuse her of infidelity, he must have been guilty of something similar. After all, it was always the ones who had something to hide that made the biggest fuss.
Suddenly, Amelia recalled that she had been smelling a new perfume scent wafting off her husband in the past few months, but Caleb kept claiming it belonged to one of his important clients, telling her there was nothing to worry about. He had also been staying out late more often, but Amelia was too tired to confront him about it.
Amelia could only shake her head at her own stupidity. How could she have believed his words? Seeing a client? More like he had a mistress!
"You definitely have a mistress," Amelia hissed. "That perfume... the late nights... Do you take me for a fool?"
Caleb let out a bark of laughter. "Please, like Kelsie would ever be a mistress to me."
Amelia's heart stuttered. Caleb could only be referring to Kelsie Friesent, the heiress of Friesent Corporations. Amelia had worked part-time for them before as a janitor, and she had always heard good things about Kelsie Friesent from her coworkers.
Caleb was the one who introduced this job to her. Back then, Amelia eagerly accepted, as the pay was better than expected.
Amelia's eyes welled up with tears. Was this all just a game to the both of them? She was effectively made a fool!
"You... you..." Amelia blinked back tears, trying her best not to sob.
"Let's make this clear, Amelia Kentwood. You are not worthy to even lick my shoes, let alone to share my life with," Caleb said, with a derisive curl of his lips.
"Kelsie is the woman that I love, the woman who truly deserves to be by my side," Caleb continued. He took out a pen and pressed it into Amelia's cold clammy hand. "Now, sign the papers and I can end this farce of a marriage."
Amelia stared up at her husband's face, and only found the eyes of a stranger staring back at her. She knew that if she were to fight him now, he would have no qualms about hitting her, or worse.
She bit her lip and sucked in a quick breath; there was only one course of action. Her shaking fingers wrapped around the pen, and she gathered the strength to pen her name down on the document, her signature a crooked thing next to Caleb's elegant flourish.
"Fine, it's done," Amelia declared, moving away from Caleb, her soon-to-be-ex-husband. "From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other. Don't you regret it!"
Caleb threw back his head and laughed uproariously as though she had told a good joke. "Oh, Amelia, who would ever regret throwing out the trash?"
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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.