Married a Secret Billionaire

At Southeast Aciatic, in the secret chamber at the palace…

Victoria looked around at the door. After ensuring no one was behind her, she asked her maid to wait outside and entered discreetly.

Carmella was already inside, standing facing the wall. An oil painting portrait of her and the king, Martin, was hung on it.

It was the year Martin had just become king. He was high-spirited, commanding, and confident. Dressed in formal attire with a crown on his head, he stood behind Carmella, who sat in front with a soft smile.

There were two days in Carmella’s life that she had been the happiest—one was watching Martin become king, and the other was becoming his bride.

Victoria came up behind her and called out softly, “Auntie.”

Carmella broke out of her daze. “All done?”

“Don’t worry, Auntie,” Victoria said with a smile. “I just came from a call with Suzanne and Joy. They’ve found the husband and wife in Melorian…”

“Really?” Carmella arched her brow.

Victoria nodded and did not forget to pander to her. “Fortunately, you’re far-sighted and sent people for them first. Otherwise, Suzanne and Joy couldn’t have

it’s the two of

triumphant. “I didn’t know that b*tch has parents like this. Hah, it’s no wonder she’s cheap and

expression was dim. She had only asked Victoria to look for the couple but had not

would go for a visit. It was a coincidence

the pool. She fell to the

the impression that she had seen

abandoned in the slum would come back this way. Still, she was skeptical, and after two sleepless nights, she decided

DNA test result felt like an explosion right above her

from shaking. She turned to Victoria and asked in a

you’re really amazing to be able to find people like them! It’s said that they’re illegal immigrants who abandoned that b*tch when she was ten.”Books Chapters

hard to trace, but with a little effort, they’re easy to find.” Carmella “One’s a drug addict, and the other’s a prostitute.

“You’re right, Auntie.”

come as soon as possible.” Carmella closed her eyes as if

don’t blame me,’ she thought. ‘I