Married a Secret Billionaire

It was the old part of town where the land had lost its value, and the houses had been rundown for years. No

developers were interested in this area, and it was slowly becoming abandoned.

Fortunately, the houses were affordable, and transportation was convenient, making it the first choice for people

living paycheck to paycheck.

Camila, dressed in all black with a cap covering most of her face, discreetly arrived at an apartment after

navigating the dirty streets. She checked the unit number and rushed up.

Owen opened the door, and a creepy grin appeared on his skinny face at the sight of her.

"Why are you staying here?" she asked, entering with a grim expression. "It's so hard to find this place!" "Well, it's

cheap here," he replied, closing the door and walking over in a relaxed manner.

Camila noticed that he had lost weight again. The 1.8-meter-tall man now looked as skinny as a stick, with a loose T-

shirt hanging on him as if he were swaying in it.

Suspicion flashed through her eyes, but she said nothing.

"Why don't you live at home? Doesn't your mom spoil you? She was cruel to push your sister to my cousin just to

treat your illness back then. Maisie might as well have signed a contract with him!"

would I dare to go home now!" Owen lit a cigarette. "Don't you know the saying 'keeping a

protect

is that girl now. I don't want to torture myself under her watch,

Daniel back then, apart from paying

money from him.

why you're depending on me now,"

giving her money that she

ensure all the expenses were

recovering, Owen would ask for money from Maisie, who would always

money. This would anger Owen, leading

Back then.

mind? You're his woman. It makes sense that you spend his

didn't sell myself!" she

anything different than you selling yourself with what you're

really think you'll become his wife? Dream on!" "My sister is a fool," Owen

fawningly. "You're so generous. That's

matter his terribly skinny face or messy room,

asked, "I came here today for something serious... Do you have something to do with Yvette