Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Olivia’s Last Option
As usual, Tea Time Gossip blog didn’t fail to publish a new article after finding some follow-up details regarding the situation on ground.

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TEA TIME GOSSIP BLOG – BREAKING NEWS!

OLIVIA SWIFT TO STAND TRIAL? OWEN SCOTT WON’T LET HER OFF!

Happy New Month, darlings! We hope you all have been having a fabulous start to the year, but unfortunately, some people are not. While some are busy making resolutions, others are making enemies—or in Olivia Swift’s case, making their way to court.

Let’s get into the latest scandal shaking Wing City!

Just when we thought the drama was cooling off, Juliet Scott (née Williams) has finally regained consciousness after that shocking fall down the stairs at the luxury spa. But here’s the twist—she woke up to devastating news.

Our sources inside the hospital confirm that Juliet and Owen Scott lost their unborn child this morning. After fighting for survival, the baby—who was less than two months away from entering the world—tragically didn’t make it.

But that’s not all. It looks like this tragedy has ignited a firestorm. Owen Scott, known for his short temper and ability to hold grudges, isn’t letting this go. He is officially taking Olivia Swift to court for pushing his wife down a flight of stairs out of jealousy, causing the death of his child.

YES, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT!

Owen Scott is pressing charges against his ex-wife, and if found guilty, Olivia could be looking at serious jail time!

This brings us to the golden question:

Will the Swift family intervene?

After all, Olivia has been their problem child for years, and let’s be honest, she doesn’t exactly have a clean record.

Will Stephanie Coker, the ever-poised and calculating chairwoman of Vintage Cellar, step in to save her niece? Or will she let Olivia face the music alone?

Oh, and let’s not forget—this all happened just WEEKS after Olivia returned to Vintage Cellar! Talk about an unfortunate way to start the year!

We’re keeping our ears to the ground for more updates, but in the meantime, tell us:

What do YOU think? Is Olivia innocent or guilty? Drop your thoughts below!

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TOP COMMENTS:

@TeaForDays: “I wouldn’t put it past Olivia to actually push Juliet. That woman is her mother’s daughter—she has zero conscience!”

@SwiftSzn: “Something about this feels off. Olivia may be a lot of things, but is she stupid enough to push a pregnant woman in PUBLIC? I smell a setup.”

@JulietFan89: “GOOD. Owen should send her to jail where she belongs. If she really pushed Juliet, then she deserves everything coming to her!”

@TheRealSpill: “Wait, but where is the evidence?? It’s her word against Juliet’s. This will be interesting in court!”

@XoxoGossipQueen: “I just KNOW Aurora is somewhere sighing right now, wondering why she’s related to Olivia at all.”

@DetectiveModeOn: “Watch Olivia cry in court and play the victim. Classic move.”

@CiaoBella: “Owen should calm down. His wife literally plotted to steal him away from Olivia, so this whole thing is messy to begin with.”

@JusticeForTheBaby: “This poor child didn’t even get a chance at life. No matter who’s guilty, this is a tragedy.”

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WHAT DO YOU THINK? WILL OLIVIA ESCAPE THIS MESS? LET US KNOW BELOW!

~Tea Time.

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Twelve hours later, Stephanie paid Olivia a visit.

Stephanie took the seat across from Olivia, folding her hands on the table. The silence between them stretched for a few moments before she spoke.

“Owen has already filed a case against you,” Stephanie announced, her tone calm but firm. “He’s determined to see you behind bars.”

Olivia scoffed, leaning back. “Let him do his worst.” But despite her indifferent tone, Stephanie’s sharp eyes caught the way her fingers twitched slightly against her lap. A nervous tick. A sign that Olivia wasn’t as unbothered as she pretended to be.

Stephanie tilted her head slightly, observing her niece carefully. “Have you thought of a way to save yourself?”

Olivia remained silent, her jaw clenching.

Stephanie exhaled, leaning forward. “You’re trapped, Olivia. But I’m willing to help you—”

Olivia’s brows furrowed in suspicion. “At what cost?”

Stephanie smiled, slow and knowing. “Sell me half of your shares in Vintage Cellar, and in return, I will ensure you get out of this mess unscathed.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Olivia let out a dry, bitter chuckle before leaning in, her dark eyes locking onto her aunt’s.

“Aunt, you must be delusional if you think I would sell even a fraction of my shares to you,” Olivia spat, her voice dripping with venom.

Stephanie didn’t flinch. If anything, she looked amused.

Olivia continued, her voice cold. “I’d rather hand over all my shares to Aurora than let you have them.”

Stephanie merely smiled, as if she had anticipated her refusal. Then, with a small shrug, she rose gracefully to her feet.

“Okay,” she said simply.

Olivia sneered as she watched Stephanie turn toward the exit, her heels clicking against the tile floor.

As the door shut behind Stephanie, Olivia let out a shaky breath. That woman was a vulture.

And worse, Olivia knew that with the way things were going, Stephanie wasn’t entirely wrong.

She needed to find a way out of this.

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The Next Morning…

Lying on the stiff cot inside her holding cell, Olivia stared blankly at the ceiling, deep in thought.

‘There has to be another way.’

She had been racking her brain all night, thinking of a way to escape the fate Owen had set for her. Stephanie’s proposal was out of the question, but it had planted a dangerous seed in her mind.

Then—it hit her.

A slow smirk curled on Olivia’s lips as the perfect idea finally surfaced, though it was her last option.

Aurora.

Aurora was her last card. If there was one person who might help her—even if reluctantly—it was Aurora.

Olivia sat up immediately, her mind racing. She had to act fast.

Quickly, she grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, her fingers moving swiftly as she scribbled down her thoughts. Her words were calculated, her tone just right.

When she finished, she folded the letter neatly and waved over a nearby police officer.

“Please, I need you to deliver this,” she instructed, her voice carrying an urgency that made the officer pause.

“To whom?”

“My stepsister,” Olivia replied, her tone serious. “Aurora Swift.”