The Billionaire’s Forbidden Enemy: Her Second Chance With The Alpha.

“Kellan, you can’t keep avoiding what’s yours—your duty as my husband!” Matilda’s voice cut through the locked door, sharp and commanding. The servants stood shoulder to shoulder, holding the door tight. I could hear Kellan’s fists pounding from inside, his breathing heavy and ragged. “Kellan, I’m ready,” I said, wrapping the towel tighter around me. My legs trembled as I stepped out of the bathroom. The dim light barely caught the purple scars stretching across my cheeks—marks of a past no one saw. Kellan’s handsome face twisted in disgust as he turned to look at me. I hated that look. I hated that I was a reminder of everything he wanted to forget. I wasn’t even sure of my real name. Kellan had called me Yvonne, after the old astrologer insisted I was his “lucky charm.” Granny Matilda didn’t waste time—she married me off to Kellan when he was barely clinging to life. They said it would bring him luck. Maybe it did because he started recovering. But after three months of marriage, the one thing we hadn’t done was come together as husband and wife. Looking at me, Kellan’s eyes flickered with disgust, hesitation. I felt cold inside. Matilda’s nourishment had given him strength today. His body burned with something fierce. Tonight was the night he’d finally claim me. “Turn off the lights. Get in bed. Face away from me,” he ordered, voice low and sharp. I didn’t argue. I flipped off the switch and felt my way to the bed, my heart pounding louder than the silence. He threw me down without care or warmth. The room swallowed me in darkness, and I whimpered, pain stabbing through me. “Quiet!” he hissed, his hand clamping over my mouth. “You want to ruin this for me?” My body shook, numb with cold and fear. When he pulled away, he left without a word, retreating to the bathroom. Only when the light came back on did I dare move. I dressed quickly. He never liked me in the master bedroom longer than necessary. My legs wobbled, betraying me, and I collapsed. “Are your legs broken now?” His voice was cold as ice. He didn’t reach for me, just brushed past and pulled papers from the nightstand. “Sign this,” he said, tossing a pen at me. “My stomach hurts,” I whispered, clutching my belly. “Then crawl if you have to. I said sign.” The harsh light exposed my bruised face and the marks of his rough hands. I crawled, my fingers trembling, until I reached the papers—“Divorce Agreement” stared back at me in cold black letters. I didn’t understand. I never learned to read properly. Kellan bent close, his scent overwhelming, the musk of freshly showered skin mixing with his cold breath. “Right here. Your name. I taught you once,” he said, pressing my hand firmly. I recognized his name, wrote my own clumsily next to it. Another signature, another betrayal. He tucked the papers away. “Don’t tell anyone. It’s our secret.” I smiled foolishly. A secret between us—something real. “Our names together… that means we’re married, right? That we’ll have kids? Grow old together?” He smirked cruelly, eyes glittering with mockery. “You’re such a fool.” Eight months later, Granny Matilda was gone. I was heavy with child, desperate to see her one last time, but the servants stopped me cold at the staircase. “Ms. Rhodes, you shouldn’t disturb Granny’s spirit,” the head maid said stiffly. “Mr. Rhodes arranged for you to go to Willow Creek Estate for the delivery.” “Is Kellan coming with me?” I asked, hope clinging to my words. She scoffed, “Ms. Voss is back, pregnant too. Now that Matilda’s dead, nothing can stop Kellan from marrying her. You and your baby should leave quietly.” My cheeks flared with defiance. “I’m Kellan’s wife. He won’t marry anyone else.” She laughed cruelly. “Kellan only ever wanted Maris Voss. You’ve been a cheap replacement all along. You don’t deserve his child.” I wiped away tears. “I’ll find Kellan. He’ll tell you how much he’s waiting for our baby.” My heart ached as I made my way to the front door—just in time to see Kellan helping another woman inside. His eyes locked on me, brows furrowed. “Why hasn’t she been sent away?” “We’re still packing,” the butler answered. “Finish now. Get her out,” Kellan commanded coldly. Bodyguards approached, but I shook my head. “Kellan, will you come with me?” Before I could speak, one slammed a hand over my mouth. I tried to reach him but was dragged away. “Who was that?” Maris asked Kellan later, eyebrow raised. “Just a fool,” he said without a flicker of emotion. I pounded on the limo window as the Rhodes estate disappeared behind us. Granny said once the baby was born, Kellan and I would be a real family—never apart. I believed her. The Maybach wound up the mountain road. I clenched the armrest, fighting the queasy waves. Suddenly, the car crashed through the guardrail. I curled protectively around my belly as the world flipped. Glass and snow mixed with blood on my skin. When I opened my eyes, memories flooded back—everything I’d lost and forgotten. I was Tiffany Merritt. Daughter of a powerful family, ripped from my past by lies and cruelty. I had fallen for Kellan once. Pregnant with his child. Betrayed into signing a divorce. A pawn in his cold game. Now, crawling from the wreckage, I spotted a cracked phone nearby. Bloodied and shaking, I reached for it and called the only person who still believed in me. “Hello?”