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 the real Marcus

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

descended in the

at

and

didn’t I think

were registering their marriage, they were not there. It was the Jenners who did everything for them with their ID cards.

name “Zephyr” had never

forehead, and the veins on his temples were

Josiah said softly. “We… We just need to find a chance

you use your brain and think? It isn’t something that can

the Hamertons won’t accept Cordelia, but as long as

rendered speechless. He darted a few daggers at him before turning his

know anything, Freddy. It isn’t that easy to find the love of your life. Do you

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

finish his sentence, Fredric covered his

he did not want to separate Marcus

that easy to deal with. Nobody knew

Marcus needed right now was a calm and rational mind. He must not be

going home,” said Marcus. He finished the red wine

and Fredric’s words were playing in

not any control over their own marriage. If they wanted to get married, then the marriage must be

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

not have any expectations of his marriage, and he had never tried to get into a

was until

and his

his home. He took one

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

and let

making yam root for

only soup, but he did not like other nutritious vegetables such as

that would prolong their

He went into

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

food mixed with her body scent tickled his

She asked, her voice tickling his heart,

say anything but