All Chapters of DIVORCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE, DESIRED BY HIS RIVAL : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I watched the children as they ran around the field, screaming and cheering while throwing the ice cream in the cone they held around the park. "Be careful!" I shouted as one of them fell to the ground. A bitter cry erupted from her and I rushed over, cupping her into my arms. "I asked you not to run around, didn't I?" I scolded in a soft voice and rubbed her leg, my heart tightening at the bruise on her knee.Little Betty cried in a low voice, wetting my shirt with her tears.I paused and looked back at David, her elder brother, and nodded at him."Come on, let's go," I forced a smile on my face to make him feel better.He dropped the cone in his hand and rushed after me, grabbing my hand.I dropped them into the passenger's side, rubbing my thumb across Betty's cheeks as she stared at me, tears in her eyes."Don't worry, honey, I will have your wound gone, hmm?" I muttered and kissed her forehead before heading into the driver's seat. I turned on the car's ignition and reversed,

My breath hitched as I stared at the honey-skinned, brunette, tall woman before me. I gulped hard and dropped my head, feeling intimidated by her presence. I had seen her countless times on the screen, yet Jaden refused to tell me that she was his ex-wife. That explained why his expression always changed whenever she appeared in a movie.“It’s nice to meet you,” she muttered and extended her hand for a shake.I stared at her hand and the expensive wristwatch strapped around her wrist. “Nice to meet you,” I replied and reluctantly wrapped my hand in hers. Her pink lips stretched into a wide smile as she stared confidently into my eyes.There were lots of similarities between us, from the color of our eyes to the structure of our faces and bodies. I felt upset when the thought of Jaden marrying me for resembling his ex-wife hit me. He wouldn't dare do that. He loved me.I looked at him and found his blank eyes on me.“I brought her to see David,” he quickly rasped out before I could ev

Chapter 5: Thrown to the Wolves Melanie's POV The ink on the divorce papers was still wet when Jaden's security guards grabbed my arms. Their grip was firm, unyielding, like I was some criminal being dragged from the scene of a crime. Maybe I was. Maybe loving him had been my greatest crime. "Get your hands off me!" I jerked away, but another guard blocked my path to the stairs. "I need to get my things. My clothes, my jewelry.." "Mr. Oscar's orders, ma'am." The head of security, Marcus, a man who'd opened doors for me just yesterday, wouldn't meet my eyes. "You're to leave immediately. Nothing in this house belongs to you anymore." "Nothing belongs to me?" My voice cracked. "I lived here for years! Those are my things.." "They were gifts from Mr. Oscar," Mrs. Oscar's shrill voice cut through the foyer. She descended the stairs like a queen approaching her execution block, phone in hand, recording. "Everything you wore, everything you touched, bought with his money. You brought n

Chapter 7: The Stranger in 1408Melanie's POVThe Rosewood Hotel loomed above me like a glass and steel fortress, its golden lights reflecting off the rain-slicked streets. I stood across the road, soaked to the bone, clutching the envelope of cash and burner phone like they were lifelines. Maybe they were.A doorman in a pristine uniform opened the brass doors for a couple in evening wear. They swept inside without a glance at the drowned woman on the opposite sidewalk. I looked down at myself, designer blouse clinging to my skin, mascara-stained cheeks, hair plastered to my face. I looked like exactly what I was: a woman who'd lost everything.But I was still standing. I crossed the street, each step deliberate. The doorman's eyes widened slightly as I approached, but years of professional training kept his expression neutral."Good evening, ma'am." He opened the door without hesitation.The lobby was warm, opulent, all marble floors and crystal chandeliers. A pianist played somethi

Chapter 9: The Devil's ContractMelanie's POVThe penthouse was obscene. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. Marble floors were so polished I could see my reflection. A kitchen with appliances I didn't know how to use. Three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a terrace with a view that probably cost more per month than most people earned in a year."This is too much," I said, turning to Damien. He stood by the entrance, checking his phone with that same cold, controlled expression he always wore."It's mine. You're not costing me anything." He didn't look up from his screen. "The building has security, underground parking, and no one will think to look for you here. It's practical."Practical. Right. Because homeless women regularly moved into penthouses that belonged in architecture magazines."There are clothes in the master bedroom." He finally looked up, his gray eyes scanning me. "Your size. Professional attire. You start work tomorrow.""Tomorrow?" I was still weari