Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Stephanie Knows

“Owen Scott’s Night of Shame: Is the Scott-Swift Union Cracking?”

Scandal strikes again! Owen Scott, heir to the prestigious Scott family and husband to Olivia Swift, was caught red-handed at a Wing City club, indulging in a night of debauchery. Exclusive footage obtained by Tea Time Gossip shows Owen dancing provocatively with not one but two women draped over him, completely unfazed by the eyes of onlookers.

Enter Olivia Swift—furious and unapologetically bold. The socialite stormed into the club, confronting her husband in front of a stunned audience. Witnesses described the scene as “a live soap opera,” with Owen brushing off Olivia’s heated outburst and laughing at her rage.

“This takes scandal to a new level,” said one clubgoer. “He didn’t even care she was there.”

Owen’s blatant disregard for his wife’s feelings is now sparking rumours of a crumbling marriage. Many are questioning how much more Olivia, and the Scott family, will tolerate. With their polished reputation hanging by a thread, whispers suggest the family may soon intervene.

As the drama unfolds, one thing is clear: the Scott-Swift union is under strain. Will Olivia finally take a stand? Will the Scotts rein in Owen’s reckless ways to save face? Or is this the beginning of the end for Wing City’s most high-profile couple?

Stay tuned to Tea Time Gossip for the latest updates—this story is just heating up.

~Tea Time.

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Xander’s study was bathed in soft light, with the scent of polished mahogany hanging faintly in the air. Xander sat behind his imposing desk, leaning back in his leather chair as Liam stood before him, his expression grave.

“Sir,” Liam began, placing a tablet on the desk, its screen aglow with a trending article. “DANTE Group’s stocks have dipped by five percent, primarily due to the scandal involving your nephew, Owen.”

Xander’s jaw tightened as he picked up the tablet and read through the gossip blog post detailing Owen’s antics at the club. The photos were damning, showing Owen sandwiched between two women while drinks flowed freely.

“His actions are costing the company,” Liam added, his tone calm but firm. “And this isn’t the first time.”

Xander’s hand clenched the tablet, his knuckles turning white. Without a word, he reached for his phone and dialled Owen’s number.

The call connected almost immediately. “Uncle,” Owen greeted casually, the sound of clinking plates and faint chatter in the background.

Xander didn’t bother with pleasantries. “If you appear in the news again for anything negative, I will personally cut you off from the family—permanently.”

“Uncle, wait—” Owen’s voice rose in protest, but Xander ended the call abruptly, his fury palpable.

—

At the other end, Owen lowered his phone, his brows furrowed in confusion. Seated at the table with Olivia and his parents, Patricia and Richard, he quickly opened a gossip blog on his phone to see what had sparked his uncle’s wrath.

The sight of himself in the club, tangled with two women, was plastered all over the screen. His face turned crimson, a mix of anger and embarrassment boiling within him.

Slamming his phone on the table, he turned to Olivia, his voice sharp and accusatory. “Did you do this? Did you send pictures of me at the club to the gossip blogs?”

Olivia didn’t flinch under his glare. Instead, she calmly cut into her toast and took a deliberate bite, ignoring him entirely.

“Olivia!” Owen snapped, his fists slamming against the table. “Answer me!”

Her lack of reaction only fueled his rage. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. Without another word, he stormed out of the dining room, leaving his parents and Olivia in tense silence.

Patricia turned to Olivia, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Is there any truth to his accusation?”

“No,” Olivia replied, her tone even. She dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a napkin before continuing, “Though I did threaten to expose him, I didn’t actually do it. The photos were already circulating on Instagram when I saw them. That’s why I went to the club to drag him home.”

Richard’s face darkened as he processed the information. Setting down his coffee cup with a thud, he growled, “This boy has no sense of responsibility. If he can’t put the same effort into his work as he does into partying, I will block his cards and cut him off financially. He doesn’t even act like a son from the Scott family. Enough is enough!”

—

Xander’s Residence.

Aurora woke up around past nine in the morning and freshened up with Nene’s help before she was led downstairs and straight to the dining room.

“Where’s my husband?” Aurora asked, glancing at the empty head chair where Xander usually sat.

Nene pulled out a chair for her, smiling lightly. “He stormed out about twenty minutes ago.”

Aurora’s brows furrowed slightly as she sat down. “Who made him furious?”

Nene sighed and set a tablet in front of her. “The company’s stocks dropped by five percent. Apparently, his famous nephew, Owen, is to blame.”

Aurora tilted her head in mild surprise. “What did Owen do this time?”

With a resigned expression, Nene pulled up the articles, showing Aurora the club scandal. As Aurora read, her lips pressed into a thin line, and she shook her head. “My sister must be exhausted dealing with this nearly every day.”

“But she brought it upon herself,” Nene quipped, placing the tablet aside.

Aurora smirked faintly. “True. She should keep dealing with it, then.” She didn’t pity Olivia one bit.

—

Two hours later, the kitchen bustled with quiet energy. Aurora sat on a high stool on the island, ingredients spread before her. Nene and two chefs worked alongside her, the air filled with the fragrant aroma of fresh grapes and dried hibiscus.

“Do you still need the beetroot?” Nene asked as one of the chefs set up the manual juicer.

“No,” Aurora replied. “The hibiscus leaves will bring the colour and depth I need.”

She worked meticulously, squeezing the juice from the grapes, adding sugar, and blending the hibiscus leaves for a hint of tartness. Despite her lingering fatigue, her determination never wavered.

—

As Aurora adjusted the balance of flavours in the wine, her phone buzzed. Nene glanced at the screen and said, “It’s your Aunt.”

Aurora wiped her hands on a towel and took the phone, her tone bright as she answered. “Good morning, Aunt!”

Stephanie’s voice came through warm but tinged with concern. “Aurora, how are you recovering?”

“I’m doing better,” Aurora assured her. “Actually, I’ve been experimenting with a new wine idea—something sweet and spicy, perfect for steak.”

There was a brief pause on Stephanie’s end. “Aurora, I didn’t expect you to actually work on something during your recovery. You need rest.”

“Aunt, I’m fine,” Aurora insisted gently. “I’ve produced the third batch today, but something still feels missing. I was hoping to send you a sample for feedback.”

“You don’t need to send it,” Stephanie said after a moment. “I will come by after work to pick it up myself. Where should I come? Your apartment or… Mr. Scott’s private residence?”

Aurora’s heart stopped. Her grip on the phone tightened, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She exchanged a panicked glance with Nene, who looked puzzled.

“Huh? A-Aunt?” Aurora stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “W-Why would you come to find me in Mr. Scott’s residence?”

“I know, Aurora,” Stephanie said evenly, the weight of her words heavy with implication. “We will talk when I see you. Send your husband’s address to me.”

Aurora sat frozen, the phone slipping slightly in her hand as she struggled to steady her breathing. The room around her faded into a blur as Stephanie’s revelation loomed like a storm cloud overhead.

How on earth did she find out that she was married to Xander?!