All Chapters of Married To A Billionaire Tycoon After Divorce : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Aliyah I sat in the hospital’s reception, waiting for the doctor's report when my mind went to my husband, Liam Hemsworth. The CEO of Hemsworth Group.Today is our fourth wedding anniversary. I sent him a message early this morning, reminding him of our dinner reservation. The message showed that he had seen it but he didn't reply.I sighed heavily as I reached into my bag, took out my phone, and checked again, praying silently that maybe, just maybe, he had responded while I was waiting.I stared at the screen but nothing changed, the message was still there, read… and ignored.I swallowed hard as my heart ached with pain.Why did I let myself hope again?Every year I hoped but he always forgot or pretended to.“Mrs. Hemsworth?” a nurse called gently, pulling me out of my thoughts. “The doctor wants to see you in her office.”I blinked and quickly stood up. “Thank you,” I said softly, forcing a small smile.My heart pounded in my chest as I walked down the corridor. I didn’t know wh

AliyahI have known pain before… but nothing like this. Nothing is as soul-crushing as watching the man you love throw your heart in the fire and walk away without looking back.As I sat there on the couch, my eyes drifted to the divorce papers lying carelessly on the floor. My fingers trembled as they hovered near them, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick them up again. I couldn’t. Not when everything around me already felt like it was crushing into pieces.My mind began to wander, pulling me back to the very beginning, back to the girl I once was… before Liam.Four years ago, my life and dreams were shattered the moment my mother died.She was my everything, a powerful, successful businesswoman who built her empire with her bare hands. But none of it mattered to my father. He never loved her. He reminded her of that every single day, belittling her, and making her feel small. And somehow… he passed that hatred down to me.When she passed away from depression, from heartbreak, he d

AliyahAfter crying until my throat was raw and my eyes burned, I slowly dragged myself from the couch. My body felt numb, like it was no longer mine. I bent down and picked up the divorce papers.There is nothing left for me here.I looked around the living room one last time, the place where I once dreamed of building a family, and all I could feel now was emptiness.It's time to leave, not just for me… but for the tiny heartbeat growing inside me.I pulled the papers close to my chest. I was ready to sign them, end this chapter and begin again but I didn’t have a pen. With a tired sigh, I turned and began climbing the stairs, heading to the study to get one.My feet felt like lead, every step up the staircase heavier than the last. My head was beginning to ache again. I remembered the doctor’s warning. No stress, no emotional strain. But how could I avoid that in this house?Halfway up, I saw Sarah leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs with her arms folded and a wicke

AliyahThe discharge papers in my hand felt heavier than they should have, like the weight of my broken dreams was folded between them. Every step out of that hospital hurt, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. My legs trembled beneath me, and every jolt of pain reminded me of the baby I had lost… the miracle I had hoped would change everything. Instead, it had all been stolen. By the time I stepped into the sunlit street, I felt like a ghost wandering through a world that had already forgotten me.My phone buzzed. I pulled it out with shaky hands, and I frowned when I saw that it was a message from Liam: "Where are you? Come home now and sign them. Don’t make me wait."Just like that, my chest tightened. No, are you okay? No, I’m sorry, no mention of the child we lost. Just another command. Another reminder that in his eyes, I was nothing.The taxi ride home was silent. I clutched the discharge papers to my chest like they were the last piece of me. My eyes blurred with unshed

Aliyah Who doesn’t know Oliver White? Everyone in this country, even a newborn baby, knows who Oliver White is.And now it all began to make sense. The beautiful room, the chandelier that sparkled like captured starlight, the soft, expensive sheets that felt like clouds. The quiet power he carried, the way his very presence seemed to command the air around him, it wasn’t ordinary.Oliver White is the richest bachelor in the world. A man who owned seventy percent of the businesses in this country and had his hands in countless more across the globe. A name that carried weight, fear, and admiration. People rarely saw him because he avoided social gatherings, and no photograph of him ever circulated. He was like a ghost wrapped in legend, feared, respected, untouchable.And yet he is here, standing before me, helping me.God… I didn't expect him to be this handsome. His looks alone could silence a room, and now that same man saved me. My chest tightened, my heart hammering like it want