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 real

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

silence descended in the

heads to look at

face was getting darker and darker with each

I think of

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 was

never

center of his forehead, and the veins on his temples were

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

think? It isn’t something that can be

Josiah replied stubbornly, “Yes, the Hamertons won’t accept Cordelia, but as long as Z likes her,

rendered speechless. He darted a few daggers

Freddy. It isn’t that easy to find the love of your life.

he has to do everything

finish his sentence,

that he did not want to separate Marcus and Cordelia

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

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

said Marcus. He finished the red wine in the glass in one gulp and

words were

was a kid, he knew 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 to their

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

his marriage, and he

until he met

his mind was a muddled mess

it happened, but by the time he realized it, he had already arrived at his home. He took one last drag from his cigarette before entering the house. Once he stepped into the

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 told him to

and let

root since he was a child. However, Cordelia kept making yam root for him

not like other nutritious vegetables such as carrots, celery,

would prolong their life, so she would try

over. He went into the kitchen and

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

her body scent tickled his

asked, her voice tickling his heart,

did not say anything but tightened