All Chapters of DIVORCED, I QUICKLY MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maya was finally back in town, but this time, she wasn’t alone.She had returned with Marcus.It had been so long since she last walked these streets. Everything felt familiar and strange at the same time, like a dream she had once lived but could barely remember now.“You’ll stay in this apartment until your plastic surgery,” Marcus said as they stepped inside. “You can choose the face you want, anything you like.”The apartment was quiet, elegant, and far too luxurious for someone who had spent months living in a small mountain cabin.Before Marcus finally left, Maya spoke after remaining silent throughout the entire journey.“I want the surgery today,” she said softly. “If it’s possible.”Marcus turned back to her.“Okay,” he replied without hesitation. “It’s done.”“You’ll be picked up shortly. After that, everything will be between you and the doctor.”She hesitated.“And… thank you, sir. For everything.”She lowered her gaze.Marcus studied her for a moment.“There’s no need to

Maya stood frozen on the marble steps. The world tilted around her like it had that day on the stairs all over again.His son?The little boy, maybe five or six years old, clung to Marcus neck like he belonged there. His small hands moved fast, signing with the kind of ease only someone born into silence could have.“I missed you, Daddy.”Marcus laughed softly and hugged him tighter, pressing a kiss to the boy messy hair. “I missed you more, little man.”Maya throat closed up. She could not breathe. She could not think.Marcus has a son.And he is deaf.Just like I used to be.The thought hit her so hard her knees almost gave out. She grabbed the edge of the small table beside her for balance. Her fingers dug into the polished wood until her knuckles turned white.Why did he not tell me?Was he married before?Does the boy mother know about this contract?Is she still in the picture?Marcus finally looked over at her. His smile faded a little when he saw her face. He set the boy down

Maya’s fingers froze around her phone. The screen glowed with that single line, the photo of Grandma Nan’s little cabin sharp and unmistakable. Someone had taken it from outside, close enough to see the flower pots she had helped Nan plant last month.“Call off the wedding or the old woman dies tonight.”Her stomach dropped like a stone. She could feel the blood draining from her face, but Damson was already standing right there, smiling that same confident smile she used to believe in. She forced her lips to curve upward, sliding the phone face down on the table as if it was nothing.Sophia noticed the change in her immediately but kept talking, playing her part perfectly.Damson leaned in a little closer, one hand still resting on the edge of their table. “So, beautiful stranger, are you going to tell me your name or do I have to guess?”Maya looked up at him slowly. Her voice came out steady even though her heart was hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. “Maya,” she sa

Maya’s knees buckled the moment she saw the man’s hands move in the bright garden lights. She grabbed the glass door to keep from falling. The signed words hung in the air like a curse.“Hello, Maya. Did you really think you could hide forever?”Marcus was already moving. He slammed the security button on the wall. Red lights flashed across the backyard as alarms began to scream. He pulled Maya behind him, his body shielding hers.“Stay here,” he ordered. His voice was low but sharp. “Do not go outside.”She could not speak. Her eyes stayed locked on Grandma Nan. The old woman sat perfectly still in the wooden chair, the knife steady against her throat. Nan’s eyes found Maya through the glass and filled with quiet strength, as if she was trying to tell her not to be afraid.The man holding the knife did not run. He just smiled wider and signed again, slow and deliberate so Maya could read every word.“I know what they did to you. I was there that night in the mountains. I watched them

Maya sat there with the red dress suddenly feeling too tight around her chest. Damson’s mother stood right beside the table, smiling like they were old friends. But her eyes were cold. The same cold eyes that had looked at her for years and seen nothing but a burden.Damson stood up fast. “Mother? What are you doing here?”The woman ignored him completely. She looked straight at Maya and her smile grew sharper.“Hello, Maya,” she said softly. “Or should I call you by the name we buried years ago?”Maya felt her stomach drop. She kept her face calm but inside everything was screaming. How did she know? How did this woman find her so fast?Damson frowned. “Mother, what are you talking about?”His mother reached into her coat and pulled out an old photograph. She dropped it on the table between them like it was nothing.It was Maya. Younger. Pregnant. Standing in front of her flower stall with a tired smile on her face. The date printed in the corner was the day before everything changed