Married a Secret Billionaire

“Yes, I’m biased when it comes to him—I’m spoiling him!” Cordelia was sharp-tongued when she wanted to be. “He’s my husband. Shouldn’t I be taking his side and pampering him? I know that he has a lot of weaknesses and they’re all fatal in your eyes.

“But I’m the one living with him each day. I know what kind of person he is!

“Even though he’s been in fights and jail in the past, I don’t think he’s a bad guy at all! He’s a real man too! Besides, I’m the one lying to him in this marriage. He doesn’t even know my identity yet. If I hadn’t married him, the Jenners wouldn’t have paid for my mom’s treatment. Speaking of that, I should be thanking him!

“So…” Cordelia swallowed, blushing a little. “Don’t speak ill of my husband in front of me again. I don’t like it!”

Linda stared at her with eyes as wide as saucers. Knowing Cordelia for so many years, she had always thought that the former was a gentle and quiet soul and had not expected her to be as fluent as an elite lawyer when she argued. Her firm, assertive look actually made her look kind of cute.

Linda snapped out of her daze and chuckled self-depreciatingly. She sighed and raised both hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay. I won’t ever dare criticize your husband in front of you again! Sigh, you two are married, after all. You share a bed. How could I compare to that…”

Cordelia’s cheeks reddened even more when she heard that.

Linda misunderstood the reason she was flushing and smirked at her. “Speaking of sharing a bed… does your husband have you hooked? Why else would you be defending him and letting him splurge so much?”

both embarrassed and shy. “What are you talking

Think about it from another perspective. It’s like having a boy toy. He’s handsome

you don’t understand,” Cordelia said with a

arched a brow, looking

and then having Marcus buy the

thought that the man was shady, egoistic, materialistic and had anger issues. Most importantly, he

up for you at the bridal boutique and giving you some family heirloom is considered being nice, you’re too naïve and

requires effort from both people—not you working your *ss off here while he reaps the fruit

girl, a little too nice, even. Once someone was the

who had gone to prison, like Marcus, was akin to

like him doesn’t make anything. He only spends his wife’s money! Is he

a straight face immediately. Her eyes were not sparkling anymore as she looked

forbid you to say that

failed to

wanted to be. “He’s my husband. Shouldn’t I