Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 301

Chapter 301: The Fear of Tea Time Gossip Blog
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.

She ignored him.

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.

Casey. Her missing eye.

Olivia swallowed hard, pressing a hand to her forehead as if she could physically push the memory away. She had never imagined running into Casey again, let alone discovering that.

The moment her sunglasses fell off, the crowd collectively gasped, everyone looked in horror, and Casey stood there, exposed and humiliated.

Olivia hadn’t expected that to happen because she never knew about the defect in the first place.

But why was she the one feeling restless now? Why was she the one pacing her bedroom like a caged animal?

Because something wasn’t right.

A flicker of suspicion whispered through Olivia’s mind, and suddenly, her thoughts shifted.

That night. Her wedding night.

It was a distant memory, but one that now came rushing back with alarming clarity.

Casey had betrayed her that night. Olivia remembered it well. She had secretly recorded a conversation between her and Owen on the balcony—proof that could have ruined everything if it had made its way to Aurora.

But it hadn’t because she had found out, and had stopped it.

A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered going straight to her mother, fuming, demanding that something be done about it.

And her mother had done something. She took care of it.

Her mother had arranged for a waiter to steal Casey’s phone, ensuring that the evidence was wiped before it could be used against her.

It had been so simple. So clean.

But what if…?

A new thought slithered into her mind, chilling her to the core.

What if that wasn’t all her mother had done?

Olivia stopped pacing. Her stomach twisted.

Her legs suddenly felt weak, so she sat down at the edge of her bed, gripping the sheets tightly.

“No. No. It can’t be,” she whispered, shaking her head violently.

Her mother was ruthless, yes. Calculated, yes.

But… this?

She couldn’t have gone that far over something as small.

She wouldn’t have gone that far.

Right?

Meanwhile…

Across the city, in a dimly lit apartment, Casey let out a piercing scream before hurling a glass against the wall. The sharp shatter echoed through the small space, but it wasn’t enough to silence the agony clawing inside her.

Her living room was already a disaster—pillows flung to the floor, furniture askew, broken fragments of a ceramic lamp scattered across the carpet.

But she didn’t care.

Tears streamed down her right eye as she clutched her head, her body trembling with rage and unbearable grief.

The humiliation tonight had been too much.

Olivia. That witch.

She had exposed her.

Casey had worked so hard to avoid this. To keep her weakness hidden. But in one careless moment, Olivia had ripped that security away from her.

Her nails dug into her arms as she curled into herself, rocking slightly.

She had spent months pretending. Lying to herself that she could still hold her head up high, that she was more than what had been stolen from her.

But the moment everyone had seen her like that—pointing, whispering—she had felt that old, familiar despair creep in again.

Like the night she had been kidnapped.

Beaten.

Violated.

Her eye stolen from her, leaving her to die in an abandoned building like discarded trash.

The memory crashed into her all at once, suffocating her, drowning her in rage and pain.

Her breath came out in short, sharp gasps as she clenched her fists.

“Olivia. I will kill you with my own hands,” Casey swore, her voice thick with fury.

Her vision blurred with more tears, but she forced herself to breathe.

She had wasted too much time sulking.

No more.

Sniffing sharply, Casey reached for her phone. Her hands trembled slightly as she scrolled through her contacts.

Then, she found it.

Juliet.

Without hesitation, she pressed the call button.

One ring.

Two.

“Casey?” Juliet’s voice came through, surprised. “It’s late. What’s up?”

Casey didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“When was the last time you saw Owen?” she demanded.

Juliet hesitated. “… Almost two months ago. I’ve been avoiding him. My baby bump is showing, and I don’t want him to find out before we’re ready.”

Casey exhaled through her nose. “Change of plans.”

Juliet blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Tell him,” Casey said sharply. “Tell him about the baby. Now.”

A beat of silence.

“…Are you sure?” Juliet asked carefully. “Why the sudden change?”

Casey’s jaw tightened. “Just do it.” She didn’t owe Juliet an explanation, but far from that, she wasn’t in that right frame of mind to start recounting how she was humiliated.

All she knew was that things needed to shift. And quickly.

Juliet didn’t press further. “Alright. I’ll do it tomorrow morning.”

Casey ended the call without another word.

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Back at the Swift Family Residence…

Olivia sat stiffly in her room, but her thoughts were far from settled.

After discarding the horrifying theory about her mother, a new problem surfaced. The media.

She cursed under her breath.

Tea Time Gossip Blog lived for scandal, and tonight had been too public.

Victor’s loudmouth, the crowd’s reaction, Casey’s exposure—it had been a spectacle.

And if even one person had recorded it—if even one video surfaced online—her reputation would be dragged through hell again.

Her stomach twisted. ‘I just got back to Vintage Cellar. If this mess reached Aunt Stephanie, she would never let me hear the end of it. And the media? They’d never let me off.’

Clutching her head, Olivia shut her eyes tightly.

She prayed silently and desperately that she would not wake up to any scandal with her name on it.

Because if there was, she would lose everything. Again.