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Auralia is a Brazilian jiu-jitsu instructor at her late father’s failing dojo. She’s one payment away from losing everything her father built, where her childhood memories live. 

So, when the chairman of Ezra Holdings wife, Maria Ezra, comes to Auralia with a proposal of being her son’s bodyguard, Auralia cannot help but agree to the proposal. In exchange for protecting her son, Alexander Ezra, for one year Auralia will not only get a six figure salary but she’ll also get the title deed to the dojo’s building, allowing her to save the dojo.

There is one problem however. Alexander can’t know that Auralia is his bodyguard. Thus Auralia has to marry the man, acting as his wife while secretly protecting him.

An arranged marriage is not something she wants and her husband-to-be makes matters worse when he hands her a contract with terms to which she has to follow in exchange for marrying him.

Will she be able to navigate the world of the rich as Alexander’s fake wife without the man discovering the real reason behind her marrying him? And can she keep any feelings from developing between the two?

Only time will tell…


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This is a slow burn romance story and will have some mature content later on in the story
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The Bodyguard Wife

Auralia waved goodbye to Madison before taking the passenger seat of the sports car Alexander had come in. Alexander closed the yellow door behind her before walking around the car to the driver's side.

The inside of the car was luxurious with black leather seats and silver lining everywhere. Auralia wasn't sure what type of car it was but she knew it had to be from a fancy brand like Ferrari.

Alexander got into the car and quickly put on his seat belt. He then turned to look at Auralia, lifting his sunglasses. "You ready?"

"Yip." Auralia replied, pulling on the seat belt around her.

Alexander nodded, his sunglasses dropping over his eyes. He placed the key inside the car ignition. He turned it on and revved, the car growling like a beast.

Laying his right arm on the steering wheel causally, he gazed at Auralia again. "You're okay with fast driving?"

Auralia grinned. "You're talking to the girl who rides a Kawasaki."

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