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!”

was a buzz in Cordelia’s ears as she widened her eyes in

know who you married, huh?” Marcus drew the dagger against

“No, no!”

felt like she had stepped

I say this, but I’m your husband!” Marcus snickered. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it fast, so your death’s easier since we’re husband

the dagger

told him before he came that he should act fast and speak

some deserted area to kill her. It would be rather

looking at Cordelia again. This was

settled his marriage for

his eyes. Cordelia was pretty. It was a pity to

A wash

it while Cordelia quickly poured him some water and asked him to sit and wait. She put on the apron

the

a heaven-and-earth difference

the side. Without much thought, she grabbed some and sprinkled them over the baked

ready.” She served

extended a

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

his head up

never seen such a ferocious

“Honey, you…”

fine.” Marcus lowered his head and picked up the spoon with a spoonful

noisily and spat whatever he did not like

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

sweat on her palms, Cordelia kept her

went over to clean up. As he

coffee?” Cordelia was unnerved when she