The Billionaire's Abandoned Wife And His Secret Heir
Sign these papers. Our marriage is over."
Amelia Hart froze. Her stomach tightened. She was carrying Damian Blackwood's child, and he had no idea.
For five years, she raised their son in secret, building her own life, her own career, and her own strength. But when Amelia returns to the city as a successful architect, she finds Damian standing in her path, the man who abandoned her without a second thought.
As the little boy she loves grows closer to the father he's never met, Amelia must navigate betrayal, ambition, and lingering heartbreak. Meanwhile, Vanessa Cole, Damian's former lover, schemes to keep them apart.
Will Damian be able to earn back Amelia's trust? Can Amelia forgive the man who left her alone to raise their child? Or will Vanessa's manipulation destroy any chance at redemption?
This is a story of love, loss, and the secrets that can shape a family, and the second chances that might heal it.
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Chapter 6
Collided
The night air felt colder than it should have.
I walked quickly down the street, my heels striking the pavement in uneven rhythm, my heart still pounding from everything that had happened in that dark alley.
Vanessa's furious face.
The knife flashing under the dim streetlight.
Damian's expression when he finally heard the truth.
Everything replayed again and again inside my mind.
My hand slowly moved to my stomach.
"My baby..." I whispered softly.
The words felt strange and comforting at the same time.
No one knew yet. Not Vanessa. Not Damian. No one.
And maybe it was better that way.
This tiny life growing quietly inside me was now the only reason I had to stay strong.
Not Damian.
Not the marriage that had been destroyed.
Not the mansion I once called home.
Just this child.
I finally reached my car and opened the door, sliding into the driver's seat. My hands trembled slightly as I rested my forehead against the steering wheel.
For a moment, I just sat there.
Breathing.
Trying to calm the storm inside my chest.
"I'll protect you," I murmured quietly. "No matter what."
Then I started the car.
There was only one place I needed to go.
Home.
For the last time.
When I pulled into the long driveway of the mansion two hours later, the house looked exactly the same as always.
Grand.
Beautiful.
Cold.
The tall windows glowed softly under the night sky, and for a moment I simply stared at it through the windshield.
Three years.
Three years of my life had been spent inside those walls.
Three years believing I had married a man who loved me.
Three years believing I had a future there.
But tonight had destroyed that illusion completely.
I stepped out of the car and walked toward the front door slowly, my heels echoing faintly in the quiet night.
The door opened easily.
Inside, the house was silent.
Too silent.
I closed the door behind me and stood in the hallway for a moment, letting my eyes wander around the place that had once been my safe space.
Now it felt unfamiliar.
Like a stranger's home.
I walked upstairs and went straight into the bedroom.
Our bedroom.
The room where I had spent so many nights waiting for Damian to come home.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Believing.
I opened the closet and pulled out a suitcase.
The sound of the zipper seemed unusually loud in the quiet room.
I didn't take much.
Just a few clothes.
My personal documents.
My laptop.
The financial files I had gathered over the past few days.
And the documents exposing Vanessa's lies.
Everything else could stay.
Jewelry.
Expensive dresses.
Shoes.
They didn't matter anymore.
I folded my clothes slowly, carefully placing them into the suitcase.
Halfway through packing, my eyes landed on the small nightstand beside the bed.
The wedding photo.
Damian and I stood side by side in the picture, smiling brightly.
Stupidly Happy.
Crazily Hopeful.
Madly In love.
At least... I thought we were.
I picked up the frame and stared at it for a long moment.
My chest tightened painfully.
"How foolish I was," I whispered.
Then I slowly turned the photo face down.
That life no longer existed.
I had just carried my suitcase downstairs when I heard the sound of a car entering the driveway.
My entire body froze.
I knew that engine.
Damian.
The front door opened moments later.
His footsteps echoed through the hallway, slow and heavy.
Then he appeared.
His tie was loose, his hair messy, his face darker than I had ever seen it before.
He stopped the moment he saw the suitcase beside me.
His eyes hardened.
"Where are you going?"
His voice was quiet, but there was tension hidden underneath.
I held the suitcase handle tighter.
"I'm leaving."
For a few seconds, neither of us moved.
Damian stepped forward slowly.
"You can't just walk out," he said.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
"Can't I?"
His gaze searched my face as if trying to read something.
"Amelia... about tonight..."
I raised my hand to stop him.
"Don't."
The single word cut through the room sharply.
"You don't get to explain anything to me anymore."
Damian exhaled slowly, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
"You think I knew Vanessa was lying?" he asked.
I stared at him calmly.
"You believed her."
The words felt heavier than anything else I could say.
"You believed her over me."
His jaw tightened.
"Amelia.."
"You watched me bleed on the floor," I said quietly.
The memory flashed vividly in my mind.
My body hitting the ground.
The pain.
My hand reaching out to him.
And him choosing Vanessa instead.
My voice trembled slightly.
"You saw me begging for help... and you still chose her."
The silence that followed felt suffocating.
Damian looked away.
For the first time since I had known him, he didn't have anything to say.
No defense.
No explanation.
Just silence.
That silence was enough.
I picked up my suitcase and walked toward the door.
"Amelia."
His voice stopped me again.
I turned slightly.
"What?"
He looked at me for a long moment before speaking.
"You won't survive out there alone."
The arrogance in his tone almost made me laugh again.
Even now.
Even after everything.
He still believed I needed him.
A small smile appeared on my lips.
"You'd be surprised what people can survive."
I opened the door and walked outside.
The night air felt strangely freeing as I placed my suitcase into the trunk of the car.
For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe again.
I was finally leaving.
Leaving the lies.
Leaving the betrayal.
Leaving Damian Blackwood.
But just as I closed the trunk, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Amelia."
I turned.
Damian stood on the front steps, watching me.
The porch light cast shadows across his face.
"You really think this is over?" he asked quietly.
I looked at him calmly.
"No," I said softly.
"It's just the beginning."
Then I got into the car and started the engine.
The headlights lit up the long driveway as the gates slowly opened.
Before driving away, I glanced once in the rearview mirror.
Damian was still standing there.
Watching.
But something in his expression had changed.
The confidence.
The control.
The certainty he always carried.
It was gone.
In its place was something darker.
Something determined.
As I drove away into the night, Damian slowly pulled out his phone.
His voice was cold when he spoke.
"Find everything about Vanessa Carter."
There was a pause.
Then he added quietly,
"And Amelia too."
His grip tightened on the phone.
"I want to know where she's going."
Miles away from the mansion, in a dim apartment filled with shadows, Vanessa Carter sat alone on a couch.
Her wrist was still red where Damian had grabbed her earlier.
Her eyes burned with rage.
Her phone screen lit up in front of her.
A photo had just arrived.
The picture showed me leaving the mansion with a suitcase.
Vanessa stared at the image for a long moment.
Then she slowly smiled.
A dangerous smile.
"So," she whispered softly.
"You think you've won, Amelia."
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
"You have no idea what you just started."
Her eyes darkened with hatred.
"And I promise you..."
Her voice dropped to a chilling whisper.
"You will regret it."
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9.5
"Do you know what marriage is?" Evelyn asked with a raised brow.
"Marriage is 'I do' and 'you do', then boom, children come in anytime they want," Drake replied with a cute smile.
"How do children come in?" She asked knowingly.
"Man and a woman call them," he replied foolishly.
"How do they call them?" She probed.
"Just like this..." He placed his phone to his ear.
"I already forgot that it's useless talking to you," Evelyn got annoyed and walked away
***
Twenty years old Evelyn Brown was forced to marry the son of the richest man in the country, Drake Valentino.
She thought her life was perfect, not until she was forced to get married to a man she barely knows because of money.
Evelyn had thought the arranged marriage wasn't bad as her groom was a handsome young man from a rich family, just like hers until she entered the marriage.
She was shocked into disbelief when she realized her husband wasn't as normal as she thought he was, he was a complete... Moron!
8.5
BEYON
8.5
"I hate you!" I sneered as I wiped a stubborn tear that slipped past my eyes.
"I am glad we are on the same page" he smirked. I wanted him to feel pain. Excruciating pain
I clenched my teeth " I promise you, I will get back at you".
He looked me up and down and snorted.
" You are poor, your anger can't even get you food to eat"
I swallowed as I fought back tears.
Andre Luster will pay for making me cry. I will make sure of it, even if it's the last thing I do before I die.
***
Lisa Kay is the daughter of the richest man in Denmark. She is a runaway heiress who went to find love. She got married to her college sweetheart , who is also a billionaire. She didn't see the need to tell him her true identity until he stepped on her tail. She has sworn to deal with him but to do that, she has to marry the one man, who is her father's sworn enemy and rival in business.
8.9
I sold myself into a loveless marriage for $500,000 just to afford my little niece's life-saving surgery.
But my new husband, Kash, despised me, completely convinced I was a shameless gold-digger after his assets.
At 2:00 AM, he called to demand I fulfill my end of our twisted bargain: giving him an heir.
He forced me to sign a supplementary agreement surrendering all custody rights before I was even pregnant, treating me like a rented womb he bought at auction.
When my niece's condition suddenly worsened and I desperately begged him for a $50,000 advance, he hurled a black credit card directly at my face, leaving a stinging red welt.
"Take the money and get out," he sneered, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
He immediately set up real-time transaction alerts to track my every purchase, waiting to catch me on a selfish shopping spree.
He thought I was a parasite, completely unaware that every single penny went straight to the pediatric intensive care unit.
Even my abusive former guardians cornered me at the fertility clinic, loudly mocking me for selling my body while my niece was dying.
I endured the degrading contracts, the cold IVF appointments, and Kash's relentless contempt, suffocating under the weight of his cruel assumptions.
Why did he have to strip away my dignity when he already owned my life on paper?
But as I clutched the hospital receipt that finally secured my niece's surgery, the fear inside me died.
With a new career starting tomorrow and a high-powered lawyer suddenly stepping in to audit my stolen inheritance, I was done playing the helpless victim.
I was going to show my arrogant husband exactly what happens when you push a desperate woman too far.
9.4
Prologue.
I've loved him as long as I can remember.
Hardin. My father's best friend. The man who seems untouchable, unlovable to every woman. But for me? He's everything.
Thirty-Five. Handsome. Calculating. Billionaire.
And yet, he remains single.
What could I do? I'm just Elena. Twenty-two years old. His best friend's daughter. Someone who shouldn't even think of loving him. So my first love became my hidden secret.
But now? I'm out of college, and I've vowed to chase my dream.
I joined his company, not for work, or for ambition. But for him.
To stay close. To make him fall for me.
Forbidden love is a dangerous game, but I'm willing to take the risk.
Will I succeed?
Will my love break through every rule and boundary?
I don't know.
But I'm ready to find out.
9.5
Janet woke up gasping, the phantom fire of a deadly explosion still scorching her lungs. She had been reborn three years in the past, on the exact day her mother forced her into a marriage contract with Gaylord Bradford, a paralyzed and severely disfigured billionaire.
Before she could even process her second chance, her cousin Kandy kicked the bedroom door open, flaunting a massive diamond ring. Kandy, who had also been reborn, smugly announced she had stolen Janet's Wall Street golden boy fiancé, Jax Adler.
"You're going to marry that paralyzed monster," Kandy spat, gloating that she would build a billionaire dynasty with Jax while Janet wiped drool off a rotting corpse. Kandy expected Janet to have a complete mental collapse, completely unaware that Gaylord's own medical team was secretly injecting him with lethal neurotoxins to finish him off.
But Janet only felt a cold, clinical pity. Kandy's "prophetic" memories were a polluted lie. Jax was actually sterile and dying of irreversible kidney failure, while Gaylord wasn't a dying freak—he was a dormant god whose body was merely in a high-dimensional hibernation. Why would Janet mourn losing a doomed fraud?
Leaving her delusional cousin behind, Janet packed her bags and headed straight to Gaylord's maximum-security military cell. She physically tackled his corrupt doctor, drove three bio-electric silver needles into the crippled king's spine to awaken his deadened nerves, and looked him dead in his glacial blue eye.
"Sign the marriage contract," Janet whispered. "I will make you walk again, and we will take back everything."
9.4
Dorene survived a terrifying night with a bleeding, dangerous intruder in her hotel penthouse, only to receive a far more devastating blow the next morning.
A black and gold envelope arrived. It was an engagement invitation. Her boyfriend of seven years, Kadyn, was marrying her sweet, innocent best friend, Dolly.
Refusing to hide, Dorene crashed the gala in a blood-red gown. But Dolly was ready. Grabbing Dorene's wrists, Dolly purposely threw herself backward into a tower of champagne glasses, shrieking about her stomach and her unborn baby.
"If anything happens to Dolly or my child, I swear to God, I will destroy you!"
Kadyn roared, holding the weeping Dolly in the broken glass. He didn't ask a single question. He branded Dorene a jealous monster. To completely break her dignity, he publicly handed her over to the city's most notorious, sleazy playboy just to appease Dolly's fake tears.
"Give him a shot," Kadyn told her coldly.
Seven years of love were ground into the marble floor. She was framed, publicly humiliated, and discarded like trash by the two people she trusted most.
Dorene didn't shed a single tear. She gave them a smile of pure, freezing mockery and walked out of the gilded cage into the freezing Manhattan night. She didn't know that as she left, the lethal, blood-stained man from her penthouse was watching from the shadows, ready to help her burn their world to the ground.