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

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

descended

their heads to look at Marcus, and then they lowered their

was getting darker and darker with each

right… Why didn’t I think of

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 was still alive or

had never

forehead, and the veins

just need to find a chance and

your brain and think? It isn’t something that can be done that easily!” Fredric glared at

stubbornly, “Yes, the Hamertons won’t accept Cordelia, but as long as Z likes her, nothing

darted a few daggers at

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

has finally found the woman of his life, he has to do everything he can

his sentence, Fredric

he did not want

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

now was a calm and rational mind.

going home,” said Marcus. He finished the red wine in the glass in one gulp

were

he was a kid, he knew that no Hamerton had not any control over their own marriage.

woman, Zennie’s mother came from a prestigious family as well. Her family was

not have any expectations of his marriage, and he

until he

and his mind was a

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

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

her and let out a

Cordelia kept making yam root for

did not like other nutritious vegetables such as carrots, celery,

like some kind of medicine that would prolong their life, so she would try her best

over. He went into the

Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder and took

body scent tickled his nostrils. For him, this was the

tickling his heart, “What’s

say anything but tightened