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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

The Swift Family Residence was quiet when Olivia arrived home. The sleek black car pulled up smoothly in front of the grand entrance, and before the butler could step forward to greet her, she was already out, her heels clicking against the pavement as she hurried inside.

"Welcome home, Miss Olivia," the butler said politely.

Olivia took the stairs two at a time, rushing toward the sanctuary of her bedroom. As soon as she stepped in, she slammed the door shut behind her, sealing herself away from the world.

Her bag landed on the bed with a careless toss, but she didn't stop moving. She paced across the room, her arms folded tightly over her chest, her mind racing.

The scene at the club replayed over and over again, refusing to fade.

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