Married a Secret Billionaire

Maisie crouched on the ground, wailing. Her daughter, who hadn't yet had a chance to see the world, was buried

there.

Slowly, she walked to the outer edge of the courtyard and sat in front of a stone tablet. Repeatedly, she stroked the

words engraved on it, tears streaming down her face.

Since the day Daniel suggested she abort the child, she had planned to escape.

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Back then.

They resided on the city's east side, so she fled to the west, renting a shabby house in the suburban area. The

conditions were poor—she cooked in the corridor and sought help from an old classmate to find a job.

Fearing Daniel's pursuit, she avoided using her ID and worked as a daily laborer in a restaurant kitchen, performing

the dirtiest and most exhausting tasks.

Kind neighbors, witnessing her pregnancy amid malnourishment, gave her eggs, which she reluctantly consumed,

eating only one every two days.

Despite the harsh conditions, she found contentment. Enduring anything to settle down and bring her child into the

world was her sole focus.

to ruthlessly destroy even this glimmer of

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clenched her fists, trembling. The pain in her heart transformed into intense hatred, growing like

depths of her being.

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Daniel was furious, blaming

personnel, and his men stood in

dared to stop her. The bodyguards refrained from

her aversion

who knew where Maisie had gone

Ms. Squire, you're back!" The sharp-eyed manager rushed toward

turned to see Maisie approaching. He hurried to grab her hand, attempting

met with her

like centuries. Daniel had a forbidding feeling and forced

attempting to put his arm around

dodged, glaring at him, then

He had been inexplicably anxious since the afternoon, unable to

board meeting.

the elevator button. A breaking news bulletin played on the hotel lobby's