Married a Secret Billionaire

The moonlight was like frost as it enveloped the majestic imperial palace in a layer of frigidity. The dew that fell on the steps gave off a touch of chill.

Carmella stood in the center of the hall with her eyes cast down. Her expressionless face was stiff with a determined indifference.

It was all over, and talking about it was futile.

The only thing she cared about was Martin. If Martin did not trust her, was repulsed by her, and loathed her, then her world would lose all its radiance.

Carmella spoke softly after a long silence. “Your Majesty, are you hungry?

“I remember you used to like the raspberry cake I make. Shall I make some for you now?”

“You don’t have to bother.” Martin’s voice was hoarse as he slowly turned around. “You probably don’t know that I don’t like that kind of overly sweet stuff… It’s you who always thought you knew best!”

Carmella’s eyes dimmed, and she clenched her hands tightly.

Martin looked at her, his commanding expression jolting her.

me according to your own preferences, and you even

“Martin—”

when it came to the throne back then!” Martin was regretful. “Helene made a mistake, and as her older

imposing aura fierce and chilling. “Carmella, I thought that… you’d treat that child kindly! I thought you’d really hand her over to a lawyer couple for

never expected that you not only harmed that child but you also harmed

knees weakened, and she fell to the ground with

the day when she first met Martin. She was 14 years old, dressed festively to the palace to participate in the National

one glance, she was

the day I married you, I’ve sworn to clear

forget the way you shone among the crowds when I

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roared, veins bulging on

sneered. “Which monster would treat you so well? Which monster would plan things out so

“You…”

you?” Carmella’s gaze changed. There was a hint of madness. She suddenly stood up from the ground, grabbing Martin’s collar. “I’m your

Martin could