Married a Secret Billionaire

Fat Jim and Kourtney were chatting and laughing as they walked out. When the door opened, a tall, sturdy figure blocked their path. Before they could react, Morpheus kicked the men who were holding the girl, sending them flying with force.

Then, he scooped the girl up with a swift motion, carrying her over his shoulder, and strode out through the doorway.

“I’m taking her with me,” he stated firmly with his back to the others, enunciating each word. “From now on, she’s mine.”

All along the way, Persephone had her eyes covered, remaining so silent that it gave the impression that she might be mute.

The progress of events took her somewhat by surprise. However… lying across Morpheus’ shoulder felt surprisingly comfortable.

He ran fast and steady, easily supporting her with just one arm. She guessed he must be a big guy. An inappropriate analogy flashed in her mind—he was a bit like the horse she had raised in her family’s stable since she was young.

Thinking about it made Persephone chuckle.

Morpheus’ steps noticeably paused.

Soon, he brought her home. The house was a typical dwelling in this area of Flinge, a mixture of wood and bamboo, making creaking sounds when stepped upon.

sparsely furnished, and it did not even have an extra chair. He settled her on the only low sofa in

Morpheus froze.

in a quick move, she had already removed her blindfold. In that split second, Persephone suddenly leaped

immediately locking eyes

would

beauty seemed as if she didn’t belong to this world. Even though slightly disheveled, she couldn’t hide the elegant air about her. She resembled

in her boot, and her

than she had pictured and a pair

two stood there quietly, a few

her senses first, suddenly feinting a move past him. Then, she raised