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.”

“But the

as he continued to speak. “So

silence descended

at Marcus, and then they lowered their

face was getting darker and darker

Why didn’t I think of

with their ID cards. The people from the city hall did not check whether the real Marcus was still alive or

had never appeared on their

pinched the center of his forehead, and the veins on

Josiah said softly. “We… We just need to find a chance and redo the marriage certificate

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

stubbornly, “Yes, the Hamertons won’t accept Cordelia, but as long as Z

speechless. He darted a few daggers

anything, Freddy. It isn’t that easy to find the love of your life. Do you know what the most precious thing in our life

his life, he has to

finish his sentence, Fredric

did not want to separate Marcus and Cordelia

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

a calm and rational mind. He must

finished the red wine in the glass in one gulp and left the

were playing in

he knew that no Hamerton had not any control over their own marriage.

his father had abandoned his mother and married another woman, Zennie’s mother came from a prestigious family as well. Her family

of his marriage, and he had never tried to get

was until

knotted, and his mind was a muddled mess right

not know how it happened, but by the time he realized it, he had already arrived at his home. He took one last drag from

offered him a sweet smile. After a short while, she

and let out a

Cordelia kept making yam root for him in

other nutritious vegetables such as carrots, celery,

treated them like some kind of medicine that would prolong their life, so she would try her best to persuade him to

He went into the kitchen and hugged her from

a moment and turned off the heat. Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder and took a deep

scent tickled his nostrils. For

She asked, her voice tickling his heart, “What’s

not say anything