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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

At the other end of the city...

The aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the cozy air of the upscale confectionery store as Abigail and her mother, Evelyn Miller, sat at a small, elegantly decorated table near the window.

Through the glass, the bustling city streets of Wing City unfolded before them, but Abigail's focus was firmly on the cup of coffee she stirred absentmindedly.

Her mother, on the other hand, was watching her with a knowing expression.

"So, tell me," Evelyn started, cutting into her slice of cheesecake, "are you dating anyone?"

Abigail didn't even flinch. She had expected this question—her mother never failed to bring it up whenever they had a quiet moment together. With a sigh, she took a sip of her coffee before replying flatly, "No."

Evelyn frowned slightly. "And why is that?"

"Because I don't have the time," Abigail said matter-of-factly.

Abigail Visits Aurora at Vintage Cellar