All Chapters of Divorced and Remarried: Desired by Two Billionaires : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

1~Velma’s POVI was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at a complicated diagram spread across the desk, pencil hovering above it as I tried to make sense of the lines and measurements.It had been a quiet morning until Lira, one of my maids, knocked gently at the door, breaking my concentration.“Madam?” Her voice was careful, polite, but I could hear the tension underneath. “Your mother-in-law… she’s here.”I froze. My hand stopped mid-air. I knew exactly what that meant. Every time she came, it was a test, a storm wrapped in civility. I put down the pencil, taking a deep breath, forcing the smile I would need to wear.“Thank you, Lira. Please… tell her I’ll see her in the living room.”Lira hesitated at the door. She nodded slowly, clearly worried, but left with a quiet click of the door.I straightened my dress and smoothed my hair, rehearsing the calm, polite voice I would use, the smile I would wear. When I stepped into the living room, she was already there, seated, her col

3~Velma’s POVI woke up feeling like my body had been carved out of exhaustion, heavy and unwilling to move, and even though the morning light was already creeping across the room, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, pretending for a few seconds that nothing was waiting for me, but then I heard the soft rustle of clothes, the clink of a belt buckle, and the quiet footsteps that told me Dylan was getting ready for work.He didn’t bother turning toward me when he spoke. “Get up and get dressed,” he said, his voice cool, like he hadn’t spent last night tearing me apart.“The driver will take you to the station. Don’t be late.”I didn’t answer. I didn’t even blink. I just kept staring at the ceiling because if I looked at him, I wasn’t sure what would come out of my mouth.He waited for a second, maybe two, but when he realized I wasn’t going to give him anything, he simply walked out, closing the door in that firm way.It took a while before I finally pushed myself up. My head fel

5~Velma’s POVWhen I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. A metal cuff circled my wrist, chaining me to the rail. Panic rushed through me.“Why… why am I handcuffed? What did I do?” I whispered.A doctor walked toward me with a clipboard. “Please calm down, ma’am. You were extremely exhausted and dehydrated. You collapsed.”He turned and spoke to someone behind him.And then I saw him.A tall man stood there, broad-shouldered, sharp jaw, dark eyes that looked like they could cut through steel. His presence filled the room like authority itself. Even through the haze of fear and dizziness, I couldn’t ignore how striking he was. His hair was dark, perfectly styled, and a few rebellious strands fell over his forehead, giving him an untamed edge. His skin was flawless, with that kind of warm golden tone that caught the light just right.The lines of his face were sharp but balanced, a dangerous kind of beauty that made my heart skip a beat despite everything. His lips wer

7~Velma’s POVI watched as the attendants began pulling garments from the racks, fabrics sliding through their hands like liquid silk. “This one,” Theron said, pointing at a deep emerald gown. “Yes. That one will fit her.”The gown was incredible. Soft satin that shimmered in the light, hugging the right curves, flowed gracefully down to the floor. I tried to protest, murmuring, “I… I don’t…”Theron shook his head, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You will look beautiful. Stop worrying.”The attendants helped me out of my plain clothes and slipped the gown over me. The moment it touched my skin, it felt like armor, soft, protective, yet completely luxurious. I twirled slightly, watching the fabric catch the light.Then came the shoes. My eyes widened as one of the attendants knelt and presented a pair of stiletto heels, black with sparkling details that caught the light with every movement. I had never worn heels this high. My hands shook as they helped me step into them. My legs

9Velma’s POVFive years later….The night event with Theron changed my life in a way that I didn’t expect. Five years in which I had built a small, perfect world of my own, a world that revolved around Jaden, my little miracle, whose laughter and warmth could melt the darkest of fears, and Theron, steady, patient, and unwavering, who had loved me in ways I had never imagined possible, who had accepted my son as his own without question, and who had stood by me while I slowly put the pieces of my life back together.In those years, I had rebuilt myself quietly, step by step, learning to trust again, learning that I was more than the shadows I had lived in, more than the girl who had hidden in corners, more than the wife who had been used and discarded.I became the artist I had always been destined to be. They called me the legendary V. My works were displayed across the world. Collectors, critics, and art lovers knew my name and whispered it with reverence. Exhibitions in Paris, New