Married a Secret Billionaire

“What?”

Daniel turned to look at Persephone. He patted her head and lifted her up. “I’ll take you home, Sephy.”

“Are you going somewhere else?” Persephone asked.

“I want to go to the theme park,” Daniel replied.

Persephone cheered. “I’m coming too!”

“I’m sorry, Sephy,” he said, looking at her, “I can’t take you with me today. I’d like to be alone.”

Persephone felt down but didn’t make a fuss. She understood that her beloved granduncle was having a tough day.

‘Is it because of Ms. Maisie?’ Persephone recalled how she used to be rewarded with snacks every time she shared information about Maisie with him. She figured she could brighten his mood by revealing a secret about her teacher.

his ear. “Granduncle, let me tell you

emphasized, “The prince is

His expression changed, as she

to discuss their wedding. Granduncle, is a wedding like the picture my mommy and daddy have at home? Will they take pictures together and live together

and Persephone nearly fell. Luckily, one of the bodyguards behind

He appeared even paler than before, with a deeper seriousness in

unsure of what was going through his mind. They only noticed

“Mr. Quimby, should we—”

one of the bodyguards could finish, Daniel turned and strode

heavy. His mind was in turmoil, torn between wanting to prevent Maisie from marrying Graham and not wanting to disrupt her peaceful life.

never been afraid of anything, but Maisie

him there. This person had gone to the apartment opposite hers, only

opened the door, her eyes filled