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Marry My Billionaire Second Husband

Amelia has slaved her whole life, working multiple jobs to help support her poor husband Caleb― only to discover he is a millionaire! When confronted, Caleb feels no guilt. He divorces her immediately to pursue his true love, leaving her with nothing to her name. “Kelsie is the woman that I love, the woman who truly deserves to be by my side,” Caleb said. “Now, sign the papers and I can end this farce of a marriage.” But thankfully, fate has yet to close all its doors on her. The messy breakup has led Amelia to meet the elusive Matteo Montgomery, the mysterious owner of X’el International Inc., and even though Amelia could have sworn that this is the first time they have ever met, Matteo seemed to hold more interest in her than ordinary. With her divorce finalized, Matteo’s courtship quickly grows more extravagant. He offers her everything, from a job as his secretary, a new penthouse apartment, and a permanent home in his heart. But just as Amelia’s heart begins to open up to Matteo’s sincerity, Caleb comes crawling back, determined to ruin her life. *** 【Excerpt】 “Oh?” Matteo asked, and Amelia caught a hint of amusement in his voice. “Then pray tell, what did we converse about?” Amelia swallowed. Good heavens, he was so close. She could barely even breathe, afraid that every movement she made would just amplify how loud her heartbeat was. It was racing like a bullet train at this point, and she felt it clog at her throat, refusing her a chance to speak. “I… I…I―” “I have no girlfriend, Amelia,” Matteo said. “And before you overthink, I do not have a wife in secret either.” His fingers didn’t let go of her wrist, and instead, it even tightened its grip. It wasn’t painful in the slightest, but it sent surges of electricity rushing through her body as though she had been struck by lightning in the most thrilling of ways. A coy smile curved his lips, and he leaned in just the slightest. His lips were now a hair’s breadth away from hers, and Amelia instinctively held her breath. “Unless, perhaps you would like to volunteer?”

saltedpepper · Urban
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300 Chs

There Needs to be Consequences

"Dad…" Amelia tugged at her father's arm, willing him to sit back down. He shouldn't be on his feet for long. "Grandpa, sit down, please. Both of you. There's no need for us to yell at each other like this. Both of you have poor hearts; do you want to be hospitalized during my wedding?"

The two men continued to glare hotly at each other before slowly returning to their seats with great reluctance. Horace had to support himself with his cane, for Amelia's main focus was on helping her father.

And why wouldn't she? Her father was the one who had been with her all her life, while Horace had only known her mere months ago. 

He would have known of her earlier, but Michael had kept her existence a secret because Horace had let his daughter go. He also hadn't looked for her as hard as he possibly could since he was busy handling the business and the remaining members of his family, thinking that his daughter would come crawling back when she was done playing house―