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.

ear. “Granduncle,

“The prince

changed, as she

were buying sauce. The prince is returning to discuss their wedding. Granduncle, is a wedding like the picture my mommy and daddy have at home? Will they take pictures together

hands, and Persephone nearly fell. Luckily, one of the bodyguards behind them caught her just in

shocked little princess gazed at Daniel. He appeared even paler than

exchanged glances, unsure of what was going through his mind.

“Mr. Quimby, should we—”

one of the bodyguards could finish, Daniel

in turmoil, torn between wanting to prevent Maisie from marrying Graham and not wanting to disrupt her peaceful life. He longed to finally share the past

never been afraid of anything, but

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

she opened the door,