Married a Secret Billionaire

Feeling chills on her back and beads of cold sweat on her palms, Cordelia kept her eyes on him as she slowly inched back.

Marcus finished the baked rice swiftly and wiped his mouth in satisfaction. Cordelia went over to clean up. As he watched her slim figure busy about, he smirked.

“D-Do you want coffee?” Cordelia was unnerved when she met his gaze.

Marcus licked his lips and swiped the corner of his lips with his thumb. He wore an evil smirk.

“Never mind coffee. It’s bitter. I’ve never gotten used to it!”

Cordelia sucked in a cold breath.

Her mind flashed with the person she had met on the beach when she stayed at the hot spring hotel in Centrolis…

The man closed in on her and suddenly pulled out a dagger. The savage glint in his eyes weaved in with the icy gleam of the dagger!

Cordelia screamed and ran for the door instinctively, but her hair was grabbed, and she was dragged back.

“No… Help!

“Honey, save me! Marcus, save me!”

Marcus cackled and threw her to the side.

Cordelia’s forehead knocked the bar, and she bled.

Marcus took the opportunity to lock the cafe’s door.

Cordelia endured the pain and forced herself to stay conscious. She saw the man slowly walk over to her like a demon. His leather boots on the wooden floor sounded like death knocking.

“Hah, stop crying.” He smiled. “I am Marcus!”

in Cordelia’s ears as

huh?” Marcus drew the dagger against her neck. “Hah, I’m your husband. You’re

“No, no!”

shattered. The despair felt like she had stepped into an

know you might be upset when I say this, but I’m your husband!” Marcus snickered. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it fast, so your death’s

and gripped the dagger

that he should act fast and speak less, so others would not notice

her to some deserted area to kill

help looking at Cordelia again. This was her, the

marriage for him when he was roaming the streets

narrowed his eyes. Cordelia was pretty. It was a pity to kill her. At

a grin. A wash of evil gleamed in his

him to sit and wait. She put on the apron

man fidgeting on the chair. He looked around with a strange

difference from the Marcus she

Without much thought, she grabbed some and

ready.” She served it

nearly dropped the cup with his hand. While he extended a hand to steady the cup, Cordelia noticed the finger cot over his left

was astonished. “Darling, what happened to your hand?

his head up to glare at

never

“Honey, you…”

head and picked up the spoon with a spoonful of

ate noisily and spat whatever he

rang a siren in Cordelia was that he did not mind the taste of the fennel seeds! Her husband hated them! Books Chapters Are Daily Updated

cold sweat on her palms, Cordelia kept her eyes on him

wiped his mouth in satisfaction. Cordelia went over to clean up. As he

Cordelia was unnerved when