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 7
The World Without Me
Morning sunlight slipped through the thin curtains, waking me slowly.
For a moment, I didn't remember where I was.
The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. The room was smaller than the bedroom I had lived in for three years. The furniture was simple. Quiet.
Then everything came rushing back.
The mansion.
The divorce.
Vanessa.
Damian.
And the life growing inside me.
My hand instinctively moved to my stomach.
A soft breath escaped my lips.
"We're going to be okay," I whispered.
I had checked into a small serviced apartment late last night. It wasn't luxurious like the mansion, but it felt... peaceful.
No memories here.
No lies.
Just a fresh start.
I slowly sat up in bed and glanced around the room again.
A new life.
It felt strange saying those words in my mind.
But that was exactly what I needed.
An hour later I sat by the window with a cup of warm tea, reviewing the financial documents I had taken from the mansion.
Papers covered the small table.
Investment reports.
Company records.
Hidden accounts.
Vanessa and Damian had believed I knew nothing about the company finances.
They were wrong.
For three years, I had quietly handled most of the business decisions behind the scenes.
Damian had been the face of the company.
But I had been the brain.
I ran my finger slowly over one of the documents and frowned.
Something wasn't right.
A few of the major investments listed here were projects I had personally negotiated months ago.
Yet the newest financial updates showed massive losses.
"How is that possible?" I murmured.
Those deals were solid.
There was no way they could fail this quickly.
Unless...
Someone had changed something after I left.
My phone suddenly vibrated on the table.
The screen lit up with a news notification.
I opened it casually.
But the headline made my heart skip.
BLACKWOOD GROUP STOCKS FALL AFTER FAILED INVESTMENT PROJECT
I stared at the screen.
Failed?
That project had been one of the most stable deals the company had.
Unless...
My eyes slowly widened.
Damian had approved the new modifications Vanessa suggested.
Without me there to stop it.
A small bitter smile appeared on my lips.
"You finally get to see what happens without me," I whispered.
Across the city, inside the tall glass building of Blackwood Group, chaos filled the executive floor.
Damian stood inside the conference room, his face dark as several managers spoke nervously around the table.
"This project was supposed to bring profit," one of them said anxiously.
"The market reaction has been terrible," another added.
Damian slammed a file onto the table.
"Who approved the changes to the investment contract?"
The room fell silent.
Finally one of the directors spoke carefully.
"You did... sir."
Damian's jaw tightened.
Vanessa had been the one who convinced him to adjust the contract terms.
She said it would bring faster profit.
Now the entire project was collapsing.
Another manager spoke quietly.
"Mrs. Blackwood used to review all these agreements before they were finalized."
The room grew uncomfortable.
Damian said nothing.
But something cold moved through his chest.
Amelia.
For years he had believed she was simply enjoying the life he provided.
He had never realized how many decisions she quietly handled.
Now she was gone.
And the company was beginning to shake.
Damian slowly walked to the window, staring down at the city below.
"Find Amelia," he said suddenly.
The room went silent again.
"Sir?"
"I want to know where she is," Damian repeated.
His voice was calm.
But his eyes were dark.
Meanwhile, inside the small apartment, I was still studying the documents when someone knocked on the door.
My body stiffened immediately.
No one should know I was here.
I slowly stood up and walked toward the door.
"Who is it?" I asked cautiously.
"It's Mr. Cole."
Relief washed through me.
I opened the door quickly.
My lawyer stepped inside, carrying a folder.
"I came as soon as I heard the news," he said.
"What news?"
He looked surprised.
"You haven't seen it?"
He placed the folder on the table.
Inside were several printed articles.
All of them about Blackwood Group's sudden financial trouble.
I exhaled slowly.
"So it's already starting."
Mr. Cole adjusted his glasses.
"Amelia... I must say something."
"What is it?"
"You were far more important to that company than anyone realized."
I gave a quiet laugh.
"Damian is realizing that now."
Mr. Cole nodded thoughtfully.
"Which means he may try to bring you back."
My expression hardened immediately.
"That won't happen."
I placed my hand lightly on my stomach again.
"I'm done with that life."
Across the city, inside a luxurious apartment, Vanessa Carter was pacing furiously across the living room.
Her phone was pressed tightly against her ear.
"How could the project fail?" she snapped.
The voice on the other end spoke nervously.
"It wasn't our plan, Vanessa. Someone exposed the weakness in the contract."
Vanessa's eyes narrowed.
"Who?"
There was a pause.
Then the man answered carefully.
"Amelia Blackwood."
Vanessa's hand tightened around the phone.
"So she's already fighting back," she whispered.
Her lips slowly curved into a cold smile.
"Good."
She ended the call and walked toward the window.
Far below, the city lights glittered in the evening darkness.
"You think you can destroy me, Amelia?" she murmured softly.
Her eyes darkened.
"I'll show you exactly what happens to women who try."
Her phone vibrated again.
A message appeared.
Damian is looking for Amelia.
Vanessa stared at the screen.
Then she laughed quietly.
"Perfect," she whispered.
"If he finds her..."
Her smile widened slowly.
"Then I'll make sure he finds something else too."
Back in my apartment, the evening had grown quiet.
Mr. Cole had already left, and I sat alone by the window again.
The city lights flickered outside.
My hand rested gently on my stomach.
So much had changed in just a few days.
But deep inside, I felt something new growing.
Not just the baby.
Strength.
Determination.
And a desire for justice.
Suddenly my phone buzzed on the table.
A message.
Unknown number.
I frowned and opened it.
The text was short.
If you want to know the truth about Vanessa... meet me tonight.
My heart skipped.
Another message appeared immediately after.
Come alone.
My stomach tightened uneasily.
Something about this felt wrong.
Dangerous.
But the message ended with one final sentence.
Because the secret she's hiding is bigger than you think.
I stared at the screen.
My pulse slowly quickened.
What secret?
And who sent this?
Outside my window, the city continued moving like nothing had changed.
But deep in my chest, I felt the uneasy sense that something far more dangerous was about to begin.
And somehow...
I had just walked directly into 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.