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?”

felt both embarrassed and

giggled harder. “It’s alright. Think about it from another perspective. It’s like having a boy toy. He’s handsome enough to be

a

Linda arched a brow, looking

about returning the wedding dress the day after their wedding, getting humiliated by the sales assistant, and then having Marcus buy the most expensive wedding dress in

egoistic, materialistic and had anger issues. Most importantly, he was wasting Cordelia’s

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

*ss off here while he reaps the fruit you sow, idling away back at

was a good girl, a little too nice, even. Once someone was the slightest bit good to her,

meeting someone who had gone to prison, like Marcus, was akin to an innocent little bunny getting eaten

doesn’t make anything. He only spends his wife’s money! Is he even a man?”

eyes were not sparkling anymore

to say that

Linda failed to

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