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Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire

“Where do you think you are going with those bags?” Xander interrogated as soon as he cornered her. “Of course, I’m leaving you!” She said, standing her ground, despite the fear in her eyes. “Why?” “You forgot to mention how dangerous you were.” Xander let out a deep throaty chuckle. “Sweetheart, you didn’t ask.” “I don’t care! I don’t want to be a part of this anymore!” She insisted. Xander shook his head. “Too late. We are already married. You now belong to me, and divorce is out of the question.” — Aurora Swift’s world shatters when Owen—her boyfriend of five years—breaks up with her via text. The betrayal deepens when she finds out he’s also getting engaged to her half-sister, Olivia Swift on the same day. Heartbroken and filled with rage, Aurora has a one-night stand with Xander Scott, Owen’s enigmatic uncle and the youngest billionaire in the country. When the fling leads to a marriage proposal from Xander with a promise to help her get her revenge, Aurora finds it hard to refuse. However, Aurora soon realizes that this is anything but a whirlwind romance. Xander Scott hides more secrets than Aurora knows, and the dangers that follow his mysterious identity soon bring about complications in their marriage. When Xander’s secret identity comes to light, will Aurora choose to remain in the marriage as her love for him has grown in depth, or let it drive them apart?

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Invitation From the Old House

TUESDAY.

The Swift's Residence.

Stella stormed into the dining room, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor, her face flushed with anger. As her gaze landed on Stephanie calmly sipping her tea at the head of the table, she didn't bother with pleasantries.

"I heard you made Aurora the COO of Vintage Cellar!" Stella's voice trembled with rage, her hands curling into fists. "Why would you do a thing like that?"

Stephanie's eyes flicked up, her expression calm. She set her teacup down with a measured grace, her voice cool and unbothered. "Good morning to you too, Mrs. Swift. I assume you don't expect me to answer that question."

"Oh, I do!" Stella's voice rose as she slammed her palms onto the table, the vibrations rattling the silverware. "In fact, I demand it as you're in my house!"