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Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix. While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home. To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this! The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen. ‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’ In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally. “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a twin brother?” “No?” “By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?” “No.” “Then, who the hell are you?’ “Your brother.” “Wait, what?” “Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.” First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?

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Overly Controlling Man

Natalie almost screamed in panic at the sudden loud smash next to her ear. Instinctively, she covered her head with her hands and leaned down to protect herself, bracing for another blow. But instead of more attacks, she heard the sound of painful cries from men outside.

Peeking out from her car, she saw the two men in suits—supposedly bodyguards appointed by Justin for her—had tackled the four attackers. Shaken but unharmed, she quickly stepped out of the car. By then, the security guards from the society gate had also rushed to the scene.

One of the bodyguards, the same tall and robust man who stopped her car today and she scolded him, approached her, "Ms. Natalie, are you alright?" 

His eyes scanned her for injuries. He noticed the light scratches on her forehead and cheek caused by the shattered glass.