Married a Secret Billionaire

“It’s okay, honey. If you don’t like it, you can just quit. I can take care of you!”

Marcus chuckled and looked at her without saying anything.

Cordelia turned her eyes around and caressed his cheek. “But my husband doesn’t need to rely on a woman. He’s a man. It’s just that he’s a bit tired right now. After he has enough rest, I’m sure he’ll become great again—”

Before Cordelia could finish her sentence, Marcus landed a kiss on her lips.

She was stunned for a moment, and her heart leaped into a gallop. Marcus was more enthusiastic today. As he deepened the kiss, he took off her clothes…

“Don’t!” Cordelia huffed. She placed her hands on his chest and said, “I still have one more dish…”

But he could not wait any longer. He carried her into their room and closed the door with his leg.

Cordelia clutched at him tightly.

“Cordelia…” His voice was hoarse. “Why don’t we have a baby?”

After everything had ended, Marcus stood on the balcony, his large stature merging into the boundless dark sky. He took another cigarette and stomped on the cigarette but on the floor.

‘What would you do if you found out that your husband is rich one day?’

‘We’re two different people from two different worlds, so I’d break up with him.’

‘From the perspective of the law, your marriage is invalid. Cordelia is Marcus’ wife, but you’re Zephyr.’

His heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed the railing so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

He turned his head around. Cordelia was sleeping soundly right now. When he thought of her reaction just now, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

‘If we have a child, everything will be different, right?’

Marcus took a deep breath.

He experienced a lot of things when he was in the Hamertons, and he even survived a plane crash.

But right now, there was a sense of fear tugging at the back of his mind. He was getting more and more afraid of losing her.

Fredric did not dare to raise his head as he did not want to face Marcus’ piercing gaze.

After a long while of silence, he stammered, “Z, you’re not the true Marcus. You’re just using his identity. Since you’re using his ID card, you also registered your marriage with his ID card.

“So from the perspective of the law, the one who married Cordelia is Marcus, not Zephyr.”

sprang up and said, “But

and lower as he continued to speak. “So it’s invalid. Because

silence descended

turned their heads to look at Marcus, and then

getting darker and darker with each

Why didn’t I think

marriage, they were not there. It was the Jenners who did everything for them with their ID cards. The people from the city hall did not check whether the real Marcus

never appeared on their

pinched the center of his forehead, and the veins on

it doesn’t matter either,” Josiah said softly. “We… We just need to find a chance and redo

and think? It isn’t something that can be done

Hamertons won’t accept Cordelia, but as long as Z likes her, nothing

darted a few daggers at him before turning his

love of your life. Do you know what

of his life, he has to do everything he can to protect her

finish his sentence,

without saying that he did not want to separate

the Hamertons were not that easy to deal with. Nobody knew what they were fully

a calm and rational mind. He must not be

He finished the red wine in the

Fredric’s words were playing in his

that no Hamerton had not any control over their own marriage. If they wanted to get married, then the marriage must be able to bring profit

Zennie’s mother came from a prestigious family

and he had never tried to get

was until

tightly knotted, and his mind was a muddled mess right

happened, but by the time he realized it, he had already arrived at his home. He took one last

Marcus’ voice, she turned her head around and offered him a sweet smile. After a short while,

her and

Cordelia kept making yam root for him in different styles

not like other nutritious vegetables

that would prolong their life, so she would try

over. He went into the kitchen and hugged her

a moment and turned off the heat. Marcus rested his chin

of the food mixed with her body scent tickled his nostrils. For him, this was the most wonderful smell in

tickling his heart, “What’s

did not say anything but