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“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.”

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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?

Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire

Olivia stormed into the shared bedroom, her heels clacking loudly against the polished floor. Slamming the door shut, she inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself.

Her emotions swirled in a chaotic storm—rage, frustration, and something darker. Without wasting a second, she crossed to the en suite bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Inside the bathroom, Olivia turned on the faucet, letting the cold water splash against her palms before dousing her face.

She gripped the edges of the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her eyes carried the weight of everything she had endured and planned. A flicker of determination sparked in her gaze as a thought crossed her mind.

She swiftly locked the bathroom door. Reassured by the metallic click, she opened the lower drawer of the vanity and retrieved a small, inconspicuous medicine container from under the neatly folded towels.

Mother and Daughter Disagreement