Paschalinelily

“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

The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

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"Abby, you only had one glass of whiskey, and it's already time for you to whisk us away?" Aurora groaned, shaking her head.

Abigail giggled mischievously, grabbing the remote from the centre table and increasing the volume of the upbeat music playing through the sound system. The bass thumped through the room, shifting the atmosphere.

"It's time to dance!" she declared, twirling around dramatically before rolling her hips to the rhythm.

Aurora and Asher exchanged quiet glances. Asher lifted his shoulders in a lazy shrug, clearly unbothered, while Aurora groaned again, sinking deeper into the plush couch.

"Abby, we came to relax remember, not attend a dance marathon," Aurora muttered.

Abigail ignored her and started swaying her hips, her movements fluid and captivating. She turned toward Aurora and pointed a perfectly manicured finger at her. "You, my dear best friend, need to loosen up. We are not at a funeral!"

Giving Him a Lap Dance