Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: A New Look for His Mission

Nene excused herself and left with Asher and the servant.

“Mr. Moore, thank you for bringing Miss Miller over.” Nene looked at Asher gratefully once they arrived at the living room.

Asher nodded. “Miss Miller may be Aurora’s best friend, but she’s incredibly inquisitive. Keep a close eye on her,” he instructed, subtly hinting that Nene shouldn’t let Abigail roam around unnoticed.

“Thank you for the information, Mr. Moore,” Nene said with her gaze on him.

Asher let out a sigh of relief. “Inform your mistress that I will return in the evening and spend the night if she doesn’t mind.”

Since Abigail would be staying the night, Asher made it his obligation to stay over and watch her as he didn’t trust her.

Back in the room, Aurora opened up to Abigail seeing her worry. She mentioned her memory fragments, her visit to the neuropsychologist and her father’s admission to the fact that he wasn’t her biological father plus her memories being suppressed.

“Abby, can you believe all this?” Aurora started sobbing again, being reminded of the deep betrayal and her stark reality. “Even Olivia and her mother know about this.”

“It’s no wonder they treat you the way they do.” Abigail embraced her, patting her back rhythmically. “Please, don’t cry. Let’s not mention these things until you have recovered.”

Aurora nodded, finding a quiet comfort in her embrace. She was deeply grateful that Abigail had dropped everything—even her shoot—just to be by her side.

Towards noon, Nene came back upstairs. “Miss. Miller, we prepared lunch for you, please come with me to the dining hall.”

“Thank you for your kind gesture, but I think I will eat it here,” Abigail said, glancing at Aurora.

“The dining table will be more comfortable for you,” Nene replied politely, her gaze unwavering. “Also, Mrs. Scott needs a bath.”

With Nene’s insistence, Abigail had no choice but to leave Aurora’s side.

As a servant escorted Abigail downstairs, Nene removed the drip from Aurora and helped her into the bathroom for a bath.

“I thought I saw Mr. Moore earlier,” Aurora said to Nene as she scrubbed her smooth back gently.

“Yes, you did,” Nene confirmed. “He had to return to the office and promised to be back later in the evening. He is also seeking your permission to spend the night.”

Aurora exhaled softly. “I know he is worried with Xander’s absence. He can stay if he wants.” Thinking for a moment, she asked, “Have you heard anything from Xander since he left?”

“No. He hasn’t contacted any of us but I’m sure he will do as soon as he gets the chance,” Nene answered and proceeded to offer words of comfort.

~***~

Under the dim lights of a back-alley tattoo parlour, Xander Scott settled into the chair after getting a haircut, flipping through tattoo designs with a focused calm. He paused on a dragon coiled in flames, perfect for his back, then tapped a phoenix for his left arm.

“Both,” he ordered, his voice calm and decisive.

The tattoo artist nodded, motioning for Xander to remove his shirt. Xander stripped off the black T-shirt, exposing his well-built physique. As the machine buzzed to life, the needle bit into his skin, tracing the first lines of ink along his back. He didn’t flinch, his focus unwavering.

The dragon tattoo took shape with every precise stroke, its serpentine body wrapping fluidly around his bulging muscles.

Hours later, with the tattoo complete, Xander approached a wall mirror, taking in his reflection and running his fingers over the fresh ink. He smirked, the faintest trace of humour in his eyes.

“Aurora’s going to say I look like a gangster when I return,” he murmured.

Liam, standing nearby, smirked. “Well, sir, given that you’re now posing as a mafia boss, you didn’t really have a choice.”

Xander’s grin faded as he turned away from the mirror, pulling his shirt back on. “Let’s get started.”

At the safe house, Xander wasted no time gathering his men around a table covered in maps and blueprints of their target’s territory.

“Listen up,” Xander began, his tone all business. “Our target is the Vanetti syndicate. They’ve been laundering millions through offshore accounts and smuggling weapons through every legal loophole they can find. The plan is to infiltrate their group, locate their main operations hub, and take them down—cleanly.”

Liam pointed to a section on the map. “This warehouse here is where they conduct most of their laundering operations. We believe there’s also a cache of arms stored there, likely for overseas smuggling. If we hit them there, we can cripple their next shipment.”

Xander nodded, eyes darkening as he processed the details. “We’ll need eyes on this site around the clock. Liam, organize a surveillance team to report every movement in and out of that warehouse. No detail is too small.”

Another team member, Collins, leaned in. “We’ll also need a contingency plan, sir. They won’t hesitate to retaliate if they catch wind of us.”

Xander’s gaze was steely as he replied, “They won’t see us coming. We’re going in as one of them, starting with their inner circle, gaining their trust, and getting close to their boss. Once we have what we need, we strike—and make sure they don’t rise again.”

The men nodded, each exchanging a glance, understanding the gravity of the mission. The room filled with a silent resolve, as each prepared to follow Xander into the depths of a world where loyalty to their boss was their only weapon.

—

Back in Wing City, Asher arrived at Xander’s residence with a backpack and was shown to a guest room. After freshening up, he intended to see Aurora but was informed it was dinner time and that she’d be joining him shortly.

As he entered the dining room, he spotted Abigail already seated, and his mood soured instantly. He took a seat without acknowledging her, his gaze fixed elsewhere.

Sensing his desire to avoid conversation, Abigail leaned in with a smirk. “Good evening, Mr. Moore,” she greeted, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Seems I’ve become invisible to you.”