Ch. 176..180: Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire Chapter 176-180
Chapter 176: Olivia’s Podcast Interview (I)
DANTE GROUP.
The next morning, the air was sharp with purpose as the city stirred to life. Xander’s expansive office was filled with silence. Liam knocked once and entered, his demeanour crisp as he approached Xander’s desk.
"Good morning, sir," Liam greeted.
Xander glanced up from the document he was reading and nodded, gesturing for him to proceed.
"I contacted the police station as you requested," Liam began. "The gun used to kill Adam Swift is still in their custody."
Xander’s shoulders relaxed imperceptibly, the weight of potential setbacks easing. "That’s good," he said, his tone measured. "We need that gun to corroborate the other evidence we’re about to gather."
Liam continued, "Our team has successfully escorted the waiter’s wife and her son back to Wing City. They’re currently en route to the safe house."
"Ensure they’re guarded around the clock," Xander instructed. "Her testimony is crucial, and her safety is non-negotiable."
"Understood."
Xander leaned back in his chair, his mind already racing ahead. "The transaction receipts and her husband’s recorded confession—those are the next priorities. Have them reviewed and authenticated as soon as they’re in our possession. We will need everything ironclad before petitioning the higher-ups to reopen the case."
Liam nodded. "I will see to it personally. Everything will be in order."
"Good," Xander said with finality. He gave Liam a nod of dismissal, and Liam left the room, leaving Xander momentarily alone with his thoughts. The flicker of determination in his eyes spoke volumes.
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Vintage Cellar.
The atmosphere buzzed with its usual energy. Olivia strode through the hallways, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors. She was running late and spotted an elevator just about to close.
"Wait!" she called out, her voice carrying urgency.
The elevator doors stopped mid-close and slid open again. But as Olivia stepped forward, she froze, her eyes locking onto the sole occupant inside—Aurora.
Aurora stood calmly, her posture poised, her gaze serene as if she owned not just the elevator but the world beyond it. The self-confidence radiating from her couldn’t be simply ignored.
"Are you coming in, or should I let it close?" Aurora asked, her tone polite but indifferent.
Olivia hesitated for a beat before stepping in, the tension palpable in the confined space. The doors slid shut, and the elevator hummed to life, carrying them upwards.
The silence was heavy, awkward yet brimming with unspoken words. Olivia’s fingers fidgeted with the strap of her bag, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She hadn’t forgotten about Aurora’s Mrs. Scott’s scheme just yet.
Finally, she turned to Aurora, unable to contain herself. "Were you happy watching me try to instigate you against yourself?"
Aurora didn’t respond, her gaze fixed firmly on the reflective elevator doors.
"Did you have fun laughing at me behind your mask for being so ignorant? For fawning over you like a fool?" Olivia pressed on, her voice rising with each word.
"What was the reason for inviting me over to your place and treating me like I matter to you? Was that your grand gesture of showing off Mr. Scott’s wealth to my face?"
Aurora remained unmoved, her posture unyielding, as though Olivia’s accusations were little more than passing wind. And her expression didn’t give anything away either.
The silence only served to provoke Olivia further. She stepped closer, her voice sharper now. "Are you ignoring me? Do you think I won’t demand answers?"
But just as she finished, Aurora shifted slightly. "Okay," she said simply, her tone cool. "I’ve heard you. Let’s talk later."
Next, she reached up to remove small earbuds that had been nestled in her ears, blending seamlessly with her skin. She tucked the earbuds into her palm, her expression unbothered as she lifted her gaze.
Olivia blinked, her words faltering as her brain processed what had just happened. Her tirade—her confrontation—had gone unheard.
Aurora finally noticed Olivia’s stunned gaze and arched a delicate brow. "Do you have something to say?"
The question hung in the air, but Olivia couldn’t find her voice. Frustration and embarrassment swirled inside her, making her chest tighten. Finally, she scoffed and redirected her gaze forward, her jaw tightening.
Two seconds later, the elevator doors slid open, and Olivia stormed out without another word, her steps hurried and agitated.
Left alone in the elevator, Aurora’s composed facade cracked just enough for a small, knowing smirk to tug at her lips. As the doors closed, her quiet victory felt even sweeter in the silence.
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The evening sun cast its final rays across the city as Olivia arrived at the recording studio for her highly anticipated live podcast interview. Dressed to impress, she stepped out of her chauffeured car, her heels clicking against the pavement with a confidence she didn’t entirely feel.
Inside the studio, a small team of five greeted her warmly and ushered her toward the recording area. The room was professionally arranged, with sleek microphones, soundproof walls, and soft lighting.
Olivia exchanged pleasantries with the host, a charismatic woman named Jenna, known for her no-nonsense but engaging interviews.
"Miss Swift, we are honoured to have you here," Jenna said with a welcoming smile as she gestured toward the couch opposite hers.
"Thank you for having me," Olivia replied smoothly, though her mind was elsewhere.
As Olivia settled in, she was handed the pre-approved questionnaire. She quickly scanned the list of questions, her eyes narrowing slightly at a few of them. She then leaned toward Jenna with a polite but firm tone.
"Before we begin, I have a small request," Olivia started.
Jenna exchanged a quick glance with her producer, sensing a negotiation coming. "Of course. What can we do for you?"
"I’d like my product, Spraying Champagne, to be promoted during this podcast. In return, I will give you a candid and exclusive interview as promised," Olivia said with a confident smile, her tone brooking no argument.
Jenna hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded. "Agreed. Let’s make it work."
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The show began with light-hearted banter to warm up the audience. Jenna’s charm shone through as she led with a question that immediately sparked intrigue.
"Olivia, we’ve all recently learned that your sister, Aurora Swift, is none other than Mrs. Scott. How does it feel to have such a prominent figure as your sibling?"
Olivia’s smile was tight, masking the simmering annoyance beneath. "I’m incredibly proud of Aurora," she said, forcing a warm tone. "She’s done so well for herself, and as her sister, it’s wonderful to see her thrive."
Jenna’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she followed up, "But tell me, how do you feel about Aurora marrying her ex-boyfriend’s uncle? That’s quite the headline!"
Olivia let out a soft chuckle, pretending to ponder the question. "Well, Aurora is an adult who makes her own choices. While it’s certainly an... unconventional path, love is powerful, and it can take you by surprise." She paused, her gaze flicking toward the camera. "That said, if I were in her shoes, I don’t think I’d make the same choice. But then again, love makes us do unexpected things."
Jenna seized the opening and threw an unplanned question her way. "Speaking of love, was it love that led you to marry your sister’s ex-boyfriend, Owen Scott?"
Olivia’s carefully maintained facade almost cracked. She quickly composed herself, smiling tightly. "You could say that," she replied, her voice tinged with an edge of deflection.
The subtle tension in the room didn’t go unnoticed. Jenna shifted gears to keep the interview flowing.
"Your husband, Owen, has been photographed at nightclubs quite a bit since your marriage. How do you feel about that? Any regrets about marrying him?"
Olivia leaned back, releasing a measured breath. "Regrets? We all make decisions we think are right in the moment. Sure, I may reflect on some choices, but life is about living with those choices and moving forward. As for Owen’s nightlife habits, I respect his freedom to enjoy himself. It’s not something I feel the need to control. I can’t tell him where and how he chooses to hang out with his friends."
Jenna leaned forward slightly, her voice dipping conspiratorially. "And what about the rumours of a mistress? Surely, you’ve heard the whispers."
Olivia laughed lightly, spreading her hands theatrically. "It seems like the paparazzi know more about my husband than I do! As far as I’m aware, there’s no mistress. But then again, everyone loves a good rumour, don’t they?"
Jenna smiled but didn’t back down. "Let’s address a more sensitive topic. The miscarriage and the incident at the club—what really happened that night? Tea Time Gossip Blog reported some disturbing details. Are they true?"
Olivia’s demeanour shifted, her expression sombre. She released a soft sigh, her fingers subtly gripping the edge of her seat. "It’s... hard to talk about," she began, her voice breaking slightly.
Seeing her distress, Jenna gestured for a crew member to bring a handkerchief. Olivia accepted it, dabbing at her dry eyes, as though trying to contain a surge of emotion.
"I’m sorry for ruining your show," Olivia said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chapter 177: Olivia’s Podcast Interview (II)
"You’re not ruining anything," Jenna reassured her warmly. "Take your time."
Olivia nodded, seemingly collecting herself. "To be honest, I don’t remember everything that happened that night. It’s painful—too painful to relive. I hope you understand if I prefer not to discuss it further."
The lights in the studio dimmed slightly, focusing on Olivia as she leaned into the plush chair across from the host. The camera zoomed in subtly, capturing her carefully composed expression as the host transitioned into one of the most anticipated parts of the podcast.
Jenna respected the boundary, shifting to the next topic. "Fair enough. Let’s lighten things up a bit. Here’s a question fans have been dying to know—what’s the future of your marriage to Owen? After everything that’s happened, is there hope?"
Olivia released a sharp scoff, which quickly transformed into a bout of laughter. She wiped a tear of mirth from her eye and shook her head. "I had no idea people were so invested in my marriage! Honestly, Owen and I are navigating things one day at a time, just like any couple. Divorce? It’s not on the table."
"You know, Olivia," Jenna began with a knowing smile, "a lot of people are so interested in your marriage—not just because of the drama, but also because you and Owen are public figures. You’re part of two of the biggest families in Wing City. Privacy must feel like a luxury you can’t afford."
Olivia let out a soft laugh, masking the bitterness threatening to rise within her. "You’re absolutely right," she said, her voice smooth. "I’ve come to accept that my life is an open book for many people. Privacy is... well, let’s just say it’s a rare commodity. But it’s my reality, and I’ve learned to navigate it."
The host leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "How does your mother feel about all of this? Surely, she has strong opinions about everything going on in your marriage."
Olivia’s smile didn’t falter as she carefully composed her response. "My mother is an incredible woman. She’s watched me go through some of the toughest moments in my life, and of course, like any loving mother, she has her reservations. But at the end of the day, she respects my decisions and supports me wholeheartedly." Olivia’s voice softened as she added, "She’s the best mother in the world."
Jenna tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. "Would you say she’s been pushing for a divorce between you and Owen?"
Olivia chuckled lightly, sidestepping the question. "If you were in her shoes, what would you do?" she asked, turning the question back on Jenna with a playful smile.
Jenna grinned, catching onto Olivia’s tactic. "Fair enough. If I were your mother, though... well, based on some of the reports out there, I might suggest a divorce. But what do I know?"
Both women laughed lightly, easing the tension in the room, though Olivia felt her guard rise.
Jenna’s tone grew more serious as she transitioned into her next question. "Now, this might be a bit sensitive, but I feel it’s important to address. There have been rumours circulating about complications from your miscarriage. Is it true that you might not be able to conceive again?"
For a moment, Olivia’s composure faltered. Her eyes glistened, and she tilted her head slightly, as though shielding herself from the weight of the question. After a pause, she spoke, her voice tinged with both vulnerability and defiance.
"I don’t care about the medical reports," she began, her gaze fixed on the host. "Or what the doctors have said. I have faith in God that I will carry my own child when the time is right."
Jenna nodded supportively, her expression warm. "That’s a beautiful sentiment, Olivia. And I’m sure many of your fans will find strength in your resilience."
Olivia offered a small, grateful smile, though inside she felt a wave of relief as the host moved on.
"How has the Scott family responded to this situation, if you don’t mind me asking?"
The question was expected, and Olivia answered smoothly. "They’ve been incredibly supportive. They thought I was going to leave the family after my miscarriage, so they begged me to stay. They treat me like their own daughter, and for that, I’m grateful."
Jenna beamed. "It sounds like you’re very lucky to have such caring in-laws."
"I truly am," Olivia replied, her smile calculated. She didn’t even feel lying was difficult anymore. At least mixing it up with a bit of truth was enough spice to stay connected.
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The next topic shifted to Olivia’s family dynamics, particularly her relationship with Aurora.
Jenna leaned forward, her tone curious but playful. "So, tell me—are you and Aurora rivals like the blogs make you out to be?"
Olivia laughed lightly, waving off the idea. "Rivals? I don’t even know what that means when it comes to my sister. She’s my blood, and I will always wish her well."
Jenna nodded but wasn’t done yet. "Speaking of Aurora, she recently became the COO of your family’s company, Vintage Cellar. How did you feel when she won that position, especially since it was a competition between the two of you?"
Olivia’s smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Disappointed in myself, of course, but proud of what I accomplished. My ’Spraying Champagne’ was a unique idea that saved the company from waste. And I think everyone sees the brilliance behind it now."
The host nodded thoughtfully. "Did you congratulate Aurora on her win?"
"Of course!" Olivia said, her smile broadening. "I’ve always wished her well. Besides, I gave her a few tips that I’m sure she will remember for a long time."
"Care to share one of those tips?" the host asked, her tone teasing.
Olivia chuckled, shaking her head. "Even a million dollars wouldn’t get me to spill that secret!"
Though the tips Olivia meant were about spilling the truth about Aurora’s biological father’s identity she just had to insinuate her words that way and let everyone assume that she helped Aurora out with her Fruit Punch Champagne.
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As the interview wrapped up, the host, Jenna, clapped lightly, her enthusiasm genuine. "Thank you, Olivia, for joining us today and sharing your story. It’s been an absolute pleasure."
"The pleasure’s all mine," Olivia replied with a radiant smile, though inside, she couldn’t wait to leave the studio. She was relieved to have dodged any major pitfalls during the interview and exhaled deeply.
Chapter 178: Sweet and Juicy
Xander’s Private Residence.
The soft evening sunlight poured into Xander’s private residence as he arrived home, exhausted but eager to unwind. As he handed his briefcase to a waiting butler, he asked, "Is my wife home?"
The butler smiled. "Yes, Sir. Madam is in the fruit garden, harvesting strawberries."
A smile curved Xander’s lips at the thought of his wife immersing herself in such a simple joy. "Of course, she is."
Without hesitation, Xander headed upstairs to the master bedroom, freshened up, and changed into a crisp, casual outfit. Moments later, he made his way to the lush fruit garden.
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In the garden, Aurora was crouched next to a bed of vibrant strawberries, her laughter soft as she chatted with two servants assisting her. Xander paused at a distance, taking in the sight of her. She was radiant, her hair tied up loosely, her cheeks glowing under the golden light.
One of the servants pointed at a particularly ripe patch, and Aurora nodded, her smile warm. She picked a strawberry and dropped it into her woven basket, half-full of perfectly ripe fruit.
Xander couldn’t hold back any longer. "My wife!" he called out, his voice cutting through the tranquil air.
Aurora’s head snapped up at the familiar tone. She turned, her face lighting up with a smile as she saw him approaching.
"What is my wife doing?" he asked as he reached her side, his hands casually slipping into his pockets as he stopped in front of her and nodded in response to the greetings from the two servants without meeting their gazes.
"Your wife is harvesting strawberries," Aurora replied, holding up the basket proudly.
"They look delicious." Without waiting, Xander dipped his hand into the basket, pulling out a plump strawberry.
"Well, I wasn’t the one who planted them," Aurora teased, watching him inspect the fruit.
"But you harvested them," Xander said, his tone warm. He took a bite, the sweetness evident in his pleased expression. "Anything you touch turns to gold."
Aurora laughed. "Stop joking."
"I’m serious," Xander said, holding out the strawberry to her. "Here, try it."
Aurora leaned in and took a bite. Her eyes widened in delight. "It’s so sweet and juicy!"
"Exactly! Just like my favourite part of you," Xander quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Aurora’s jaw dropped in shock. "Y-you shameless man!" she hissed, her cheeks flushing as she glanced at the servants, who pretended to focus solely on their work.
Setting her basket down, Aurora lunged at him. "You will pay for that!"
Laughing, Xander dodged her effortlessly, taking off through the garden with Aurora chasing after him. Her laughter echoed as she tried and failed to catch him.
When she finally stopped, panting, Xander returned with a bottle of water. "Here, sweetheart," he said with mock concern. "Drink this and regain some strength to catch me next time."
Aurora narrowed her eyes but took the bottle. As she drank, an idea formed. When Xander turned away slightly, she grabbed his arm and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Now, call me Grandma, and I will let you go," she teased, her tone victorious.
Xander chuckled, his voice muffled. "You’re too young and beautiful to be called Grandma."
"I don’t care," Aurora replied, tightening her hold. "Do it!"
"No," Xander said stubbornly. "If I call you Grandma, how can I dare to sleep with you again?"
Aurora gasped. "You’re still thinking about that in this situation? Shameless man!"
With a quick move, Xander freed himself and swept her up in his arms. Aurora yelped, instinctively wrapping her arm around his shoulder.
"Who was it that dared to try strangling her husband?" he teased, wiggling his brows.
Aurora laughed despite herself, her cheeks flushed.
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Later, the couple sat in the in-house glass flower garden, enjoying the freshly washed strawberries. Occasionally, Xander would offer Aurora a bite from the fruit in his hand, and she would do the same.
As they savoured the moment, Aurora leaned back, her tone turning serious. "Can you book an appointment with a gynecologist for me on Thursday?"
Xander paused mid-bite, looking at her with curiosity. "Um... what for?"
"To stop the contraceptives and start preparing my womb," Aurora said softly, her gaze meeting his. "Did you forget about our conversation already?"
"No!" Xander quickly shook his head. A wide smile spread across his face. "I will take care of it."
Aurora smiled against his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt before asking about his mission and if a clear date has been given for it.
Xander then told her that there has been no information about it yet as their mission was halted before the Royal family of Octavia visited, and that it hasn’t resumed yet.
"I’m happy you won’t be leaving my side any time soon for those secret mission," Aurora said, expressing her relief.
Xander smiled knowing how much she liked and valued his company. He brought her into his embrace and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before leaning away.
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As the moment lingered, Xander’s expression grew serious. "Sweetheart, I need to ask you something."
"What is it?" Aurora asked, sensing the weight in his tone.
"If you had to choose," Xander began, "between reopening your father’s murder case—which might tarnish your family’s name and the company’s reputation—or letting the case remain buried and your stepmother go free, what would you do?"
Aurora stilled, the question cutting deep. She remained silent for a moment, her thoughts whirling.
"I’d reopen the case," she said finally, her voice firm. "But I want to talk to Aunt Stephanie first and get her perspective."
Xander nodded. "Just be careful. Don’t let anyone know what we’ve uncovered yet—not even Stephanie."
Aurora promised, her determination clear. She couldn’t afford to trust anyone else with that secret and blow all their effort up.
Xander went on to reveal the progress they had made in the investigation, including the waiter’s wife’s confession and the offshore transaction receipt.
Aurora’s eyes lit up with renewed hope. She had no idea that he has been busy working behind the scene, trying to bring the real culprit to book since her father was murdered.
"You’ve done so much for me, Xander. I don’t know how to thank you," she said as her gaze softened.
"You don’t have to thank me," Xander said, pulling her close. "It’s my duty as your husband."
Aurora cupped his face, her gratitude shining in her eyes. She leaned in and kissed him softly.
As she pulled back, she whispered, "Even if it’s your duty, I will never stop saying thank you."
"And I will never stop protecting you." Xander smiled, his gaze filled with so much love and dedication.
Although he didn’t look it at the moment, but he would burn the whole world for her if the need arises even though he was still yet to confess that he loves her.
Chapter 179: Olivia is not Afraid
The Scott Family’s Main Residence.
The grand doors of the Scott family mansion opened, and Olivia stepped in, her heels echoing against the marble floor. The butler, standing at attention near the entrance, gave her a polite nod.
"Madam, Mr. and Mrs. Scott are waiting for you in the inner living room," he informed her.
Olivia’s brows arched slightly, but she nodded, hiding her curiosity. "Thank you." She handed him her coat before striding gracefully toward the living room.
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Patricia and Richard Scott were seated side by side on a plush, two-seater couch. Their expressions were grave, with Richard gripping the armrest while Patricia’s lips were pressed into a thin line.
"Good evening," Olivia greeted, her voice smooth but guarded as she walked in and settled into the single couch across from them.
Richard wasted no time. "Olivia, who gave you permission to drag our family into your public spectacle of an interview?"
Olivia’s composed mask didn’t falter. "I didn’t drag anyone into anything, Father," she replied, her tone firm yet respectful. "I only spoke the truth. You asked me to remain in this marriage, and I simply reiterated that."
Richard’s fist clenched. "Do not twist my words. What you said was manipulative and cunning. You’ve painted us into a corner with your so-called ’truth.’"
Patricia chimed in, her voice sharp. "Olivia, we warned you about engaging the media on sensitive topics when you just got married to Owen. What were you thinking?"
Olivia crossed her legs and leaned back slightly. "I was thinking of salvaging what’s left of my reputation after everything your son has done to it." Her tone carried a sting that made Patricia bristle.
"Don’t play the victim, Olivia," Patricia snapped. "You’ve brought plenty of this on yourself."
"I’m not playing anything," Olivia countered. "I’ve simply grown tired of waiting for someone else to defend me. So, I decided to speak for myself."
Richard stood abruptly, his towering frame casting a shadow over Olivia. "You will not accept another interview without our consent. This is your only warning."
Olivia rose slowly, her expression serene despite the tension crackling in the room. "I appreciate your concern, but I’m not a child. I will handle this my way." She inclined her head in a mock bow. "If you’ll excuse me, it’s been a long day."
Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked out, her heels clicking against the floor.
"Unbelievable," Patricia muttered, staring at her retreating figure. "She’s becoming impossible to control."
Richard’s jaw tightened. "If she won’t listen, I will ensure no small media outlet dares to approach her again."
Patricia sighed. "Perhaps it’s time we assigned someone to keep an eye on her."
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Olivia entered her bedroom to find Owen pacing furiously. His head snapped up when he heard the door open.
"Olivia!" he bellowed, his face a mask of rage. "What the hell was that interview about?"
She scoffed, walking past him toward the bed. "Do I need to explain myself to you?" she asked as she dropped her handbag onto the bed. "I think you forfeited that right long ago."
Owen followed her, his fists clenched. "You dragged my name into your circus of lies and made it seem like everything is fine between us. What’s your game, Olivia?"
She laughed humourlessly, slipping off her earrings. "Would you have preferred I told the world the truth? That you’re a scoundrel who killed our child and can’t keep your pants zipped?"
Owen’s face turned red. "You think you’re clever, don’t you?" he spat. "I know you’re setting me up for something."
"I don’t need to set you up, Owen," she replied, standing to her full height and staring him down. "You’re doing a fine job ruining yourself."
His glare deepened. "Sign the divorce papers, Olivia. Do it amicably, or I will file for one myself and make sure you’re humiliated in public," he said, pointing to her dresser.
Her eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to him, her voice dropping to a deadly calm. "Try it, and I’ll make sure your precious family’s reputation is dragged through the mud along with mine. You will be signing your company’s death warrant."
"You’re bluffing."
"Am I?" she challenged, holding his gaze until he finally stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
As the echo of the slam faded, Olivia scoffed, muttering under her breath, "Divorce? Over my dead body."
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Meanwhile, at the Swift family residence, Stella sat in her living room, glaring at her phone after watching Olivia’s interview. Her fingers trembled with rage as she gripped the device.
"How could she do something so reckless without consulting me first?" Stella seethed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
A maid approached cautiously with a glass of water. "Ma’am, is everything all right?"
"No!" Stella snapped, though she accepted the water and took a long sip. She set the glass down with a clink and muttered, "That girl will be the death of me."
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Back in her bedroom, Olivia retrieved the divorce papers from the dresser. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she flipped through them, her lips curling into a sneer.
"So, you really mean it this time, Owen," she muttered, her voice dripping with venom.
Without hesitation, she tore the papers into pieces. Next, she went into the bathroom and dumbed them into the bin before returning to the bedroom.
"Owen, keep dreaming if you think you can leave me," she whispered, her tone, icy.
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Moments later, Olivia’s phone rang. Seeing ’Mum’ on the screen, she sighed before answering.
"Hello—"
"Olivia, what on earth were you thinking with that interview?" Stella’s voice thundered through the phone.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "I was thinking about clearing my name and setting the record straight. Is that a crime now?"
"You’ve just made everything worse!" Stella scolded. "The citizens will eat you up! Also, do you think the Scott family will let you get away with this?"
"Mother, you’re being paranoid," Olivia replied coolly. "I’ve handled it. There’s nothing they can do."
"Handled it?!" Stella’s laugh was sharp and humourless. "Do you think you can control them? They could crush you with a single word!"
"I’m not afraid of them," Olivia said firmly. "And I certainly don’t need your advice."
"Olivia, listen to me—"
"Goodnight, Mother," Olivia interrupted before ending the call and tossing her phone onto the bed.
She stared at the ceiling, her expression hardening. "Everyone thinks they can control me or tell me what to do," she murmured to herself. "Let’s see who wins this game."
Chapter 180: Olivia’s LIVE Podcast Interview Backfires
That same night, Tea Time Gossip blog released an article that threatened to turn Olivia’s life upside down.
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"Olivia’s Podcast Interview – A Desperate Cry for Attention?"
It seems the drama within the Scott family and their in-laws never ceases! Just when we thought things were finally settling down after Aurora Swift’s glamorous Vogue exclusive interview, her younger sister, Olivia, has stirred the pot once again with a LIVE podcast interview that aired earlier this evening.
Let’s unpack everything, Tea Time Darlings.
Olivia Swift: An Attention Seeker?
First off, isn’t the timing of this podcast interview just a little too convenient?
Aurora’s Vogue issue is still making waves, and here comes Olivia, desperate to reclaim the spotlight. The audacity! Could she really not sit still and let her sister have her moment?
Olivia, sweetie, if you wanted the public’s attention so badly, there are better ways to go about it than playing the victim card on a podcast.
That Fateful Night at the Club
During the podcast, Olivia conveniently claimed she "couldn’t remember" what happened at the nightclub that led to her miscarriage. Oh, please! Are you telling us you haven’t seen the dozens of clips circulating online?
Those videos clearly show what went down that night, and Olivia’s attempt to cover for her husband, Owen, isn’t fooling anyone.
Olivia, honey, if you don’t want to divorce your cheating husband, that’s your choice. But don’t insult our intelligence with these half-baked denials.
Ignoring Owen’s Serial Cheating
Speaking of her husband, Olivia’s act of feigned ignorance regarding Owen’s numerous girlfriends is laughable. The podcast host directly asked about his infidelity, and what did Olivia do? She brushed it off, pretending not to know anything.
Girl, we’ve seen the receipts. Owen’s escapades aren’t exactly a well-kept secret. So, what’s the plan here? Are you setting him up for a dramatic public fallout to make yourself look like the victim later? If so, we’ve seen this play out before. It’s not as clever as you think.
Faith in God or Manipulation?
Now, let’s address Olivia’s emotional moment when she spoke about having faith in God to give her another child.
While faith is admirable, it’s hard to take Olivia seriously when she’s spent so much time manipulating the truth.
Losing a child is tragic, and we won’t judge her for that. But if Olivia wants to play the devoted wife and mother, she needs to start with a little self-reflection.
Stop pretending to be a saint, Olivia. A genuine change might just get you the blessings you seek.
Olivia’s Dig at Aurora.
The most absurd part of Olivia’s interview? Her sly insinuation that she gave Aurora the idea for her Fruit Punch Champagne—the very product that brought Aurora to her current heights.
Excuse us, but isn’t this the same Olivia whose Spraying Champagne concept is barely making progress? Newsflash, Olivia: you can’t claim credit for your sister’s success while your own product is struggling to stay relevant.
This level of manipulation is exactly why people don’t take you seriously.
Tea Time’s Final Verdict.
Olivia’s podcast interview left us with more questions than answers. Instead of clearing the air, she’s stirred up more drama, dodged accountability, and taken subtle jabs at her sister.
What did you think of Olivia’s interview, Tea Time Darlings? Is she the victim she claims to be, or is this just another one of her calculated moves? Let us know in the comments section below!
And Olivia, if you’re reading this: maybe take a long, hard look in the mirror before your next public appearance. Manipulation and deceit have short shelf lives, darling.
~Tea Time.
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As the clock struck midnight, the digital world exploded. Minutes after Tea Time Gossip Blog dropped its scathing article dissecting Olivia’s LIVE podcast interview, netizens swarmed the comment section, their words laced with venom and disbelief.
Everyone had something to say regarding all the topics in the LIVE podcast.
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Shalom260; "Olivia is being delusional. Who told her that her parents-in-law want to still keep her? I bet the Scott family can’t wait to throw her away for being so problematic, but here she is, claiming they love her so much and want her to remain in their family."
LittleWorld; "Olivia, don’t forget that there are still whispers of you snatching Owen while he was still dating your sister, so stop lying that you only got together with him after he broke up with Aurora. Even if that’s true, who dates and marries their older sister’s ex-boyfriend? That’s insane!"
Anya-688; "I heard Aurora wasn’t even aware they’d been secretly dating until the day of their engagement. And Mrs. Swift supported the entire setup? No wonder Olivia praised her as the ’best mother.’ This mother-daughter duo is toxic."
TrueWords; "Olivia keeps lying. A chameleon can’t change its spots, and Olivia can’t change her shady ways."
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There were also personal attacks on Olivia’s champagne by those who noticed that Olivia was trying to promote it during the LIVE podcast.
Wonder_World; "I don’t know why Vintage Cellar still sells ’Spraying Champagne.’ Olivia said it herself—it’s made from rotten and unripe grapes. So why does she price that undrinkable junk like it’s gold? Olivia is not creative. She’s a thief, and she needs to be sacked before she ruins Aurora’s reputation."
This particular comment made Olivia’s jaw clench tighter when she came online later that night to check the how well her podcast interview did. Her fingers hovered over the screen as if she were about to respond, but she stopped herself in the last second.
But going on to read comments from others who were calling her out on her past and insulting her mother as well, her breath hitched.
Christy; "Everyone, don’t forget Tea Time once reported that Olivia did her body. That’s how she seduced Owen. I still have her old photos somewhere. She didn’t look anything like this back then."
Natz_Leo; "Yes, I remember too! Olivia’s plastic surgery glow-up is the real reason she snagged Owen. Olivia dear, vanity won’t save you, and it won’t erase the truth. But you’re just following your mother’s example, aren’t you?"
Inevitable; "Stella Swift spends a fortune on anti-aging treatments every month. It’s almost sad. She doesn’t realize old age is inevitable. I’m not surprised Olivia followed in her steps."
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Just when Olivia thought she had read the worst, she saw the comments that threatened to crown the destruction of her podcast interview.
Amnesia; "Olivia, since you claim not to know about your husband’s cheating, I’ll make that club video trend again. Let’s see if your memory suddenly returns. Don’t worry—you don’t have to thank me later."
Delulu101; "Learn to keep Aurora’s name out of your mouth, Olivia. It’s clear you’re the one who can’t succeed without her. You’re just clinging to her shadow to stay relevant. But if you don’t listen, I will remind everyone on how your husband cheated on you at your bachelorette party with you then best friend."
Dark_Secrets; "And that reminds me... Olivia, where is your best friend, Casey? She seemed to have suddenly vanished from the surface of the earth."