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, let

“The prince

changed, as

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 and

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

little princess gazed at Daniel. He appeared even paler

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

“Mr. Quimby, should we—”

of the bodyguards could finish, Daniel turned

swift, powerful, and heavy. His mind was 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 with

felt conflicted and panicked. He had never been afraid of anything, but Maisie

gone to the apartment opposite hers, only knocking on her door

opened the door,