Married a Secret Billionaire

Lena smiled and glanced at the door from the corner of her eye. Zachary had left it ajar when he entered, either overly confident in his skills or underestimating her due to her young age.

“Eat quickly,” Zachary said, eyeing her. “Once you finish, I’ll need to send you away.”

“Mm, I understand.”

“Aren’t you scared?”

“Why should I be?” Lena replied with a faint smile. “The one who should be afraid… is you.”

Zachary met her gaze, feeling the sharpness in her eyes like a dagger to his heart. Memories of Krystal flooded back, the promise he had made to her, and now he was about to harm her daughter with his own hands…

Lena was right. The one who should be afraid was him.

Restless and sleep-deprived from the previous night’s turmoil, Zachary felt lightheaded and dizzy. His breathing grew rapid, and he sensed suffocation creeping in.

Instinctively, he reached for his pocket and realized he had left his inhaler behind.

an asthma attack, Zachary

“Quick… quick…”

pointed toward Lena, seeking her

Her initial reaction was that

the meal tray, causing Zachary to fall to the ground in

pale face and the door that hadn’t been properly closed. This was her best chance to

Zachary struggled to say, “My

“Lena… please…”

Lena bit her lip.

me… Lena, save

the door. The villa was eerily quiet as

Zachary panted, “No… No one else… Lena, I’m in pain… My medicine, it’s

but took a long

he might die in that room, he suddenly