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.”

said, “But the

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

silence descended in the

look at Marcus, and

darker and darker with each passing

I think of it

not there. It was the Jenners who did everything for them with their ID cards. The

the name “Zephyr” had never appeared on

the center of his forehead, and the veins on his

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

It isn’t something that can be done that easily!” Fredric glared at

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

a few daggers

to find the love of your life. Do

finally found the woman of his life, he has to

he could finish his sentence, Fredric

did not want to separate Marcus and Cordelia

to deal with. Nobody knew what

a calm and rational mind. He

red wine in the glass in one gulp and

words were playing in his

Hamerton had not any control over their own marriage. If they

mother and married another woman, Zennie’s mother came from a

and he had never tried to get

until

tightly knotted, and his mind was a muddled mess

home. He took one last drag from his cigarette before entering the house. Once he stepped into the house, he was welcomed

in the kitchen. When she heard Marcus’ voice, she turned her head around and offered him a sweet smile. After a short while, she carried a bowl of soup out of the kitchen and

her and let

was a child. However, Cordelia kept making yam

not like other nutritious vegetables such as carrots, celery, and onions

their life, so she would try her best to persuade him to eat

went into the kitchen and hugged

off the heat. Marcus rested his chin on her

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

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

did not say anything