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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?

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Xander's Private Residence.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room as Xander stirred awake at precisely 4 AM. He turned to his side, watching Aurora sleep peacefully, her face relaxed, her long lashes resting gently against her cheeks.

His lips curled into a soft smile before he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on her cheek, then another on her bare shoulder.

Careful not to wake her, he slipped out of bed, naked, padding across the room in silent steps.

He freshened up and dressed in casual jeans and a fitted black shirt before retrieving his travel suitcase from the dressing room which he had packed the previous night. Setting it down beside the bed, he grabbed a pen and a small notepad from the nightstand.

With precise strokes, he scribbled a note, leaving it where she would see it.

They Deserve to Burn!