All Chapters of Divorced by Him Desired by the Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Amelia's POVI walked into the luxurious hotel, clutching the file tightly against my chest. I still couldn't understand why Demian had asked me to bring it here instead of the company. Pulling out my phone, I reread his message."Bring the file to Room 207.""So I wasn't mistaken," I murmured before slipping my phone back into my purse.As I approached the reception, a young woman dressed neatly in a black suit looked up from her computer and greeted me with a polite smile. "How may I help you, ma'am?""I’m here to see Mr Demian Carter."She typed for a few seconds before looking up again."Mr. Carter is in Room 207. Take the elevator to the fifth floor, then turn left. You'll find it at the end of the hallway.""Thank you."I headed toward the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. When the doors slid open moments later, I stepped into the quiet hallway. The sound of my heels echoed against the polished marble floor as I searched for the room number.Finally. Room 207.

Amelia's POVI left the hotel in a daze, unable to believe the nightmare my life had become. Instead of wandering the streets, I returned to the house I once shared with Demian. The silence inside was suffocating, every corner reminding me of the happy memories we had built together—memories that now felt like lies.I stood in front of the mirror for a long time. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my face looked pale and exhausted. I couldn't bear to look at the broken woman staring back at me. After taking a quick shower, I slipped into a simple but elegant dress, carefully applied a little makeup, hoping to hide the evidence of my tears. Not because I wanted to impress anyone but because I didn't want the world to see how shattered I was.Tonight…I wanted to forget.I grabbed my handbag, hailed a cab, and asked the driver to take me to the nearest nightclub. The music hit my ears the moment I stepped inside. Bright lights flashed across the crowded dance floor as laughter and con

Amelia's POVMy heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I stared at my father, desperately searching his face for even the smallest trace of warmth. Instead, all I found was disgust."You've truly disappointed me, Amelia," he said coldly. "I'm ashamed to call you my daughter."His words struck harder than a slap.Before I could respond, my mother let out a mocking laugh. "Philip, why are you wasting your breath?" she sneered. "Just tell her the truth already."A chill crept down my spine. The truth? I looked from one face to another, my confusion growing with every passing second. "What truth?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Roselle slowly rose from her seat, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips. She walked toward me like a predator cornering its prey. She stopped inches away, grabbed my chin roughly, and forced me to look at her."Poor Amelia," she mocked. "After all these years, you still don't know?" She leaned closer, her lips curling i