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.

her on the only low sofa in the room, intending to remove her blindfold. However, he suddenly noticed something hidden in the

Morpheus froze.

her blindfold. In that split second, Persephone

immediately locking

he would

she couldn’t hide the elegant air about her. She

momentarily stunned. The dagger was hidden in her boot, and her previous movements were quite agile. She hadn’t expected him

had imagined—burly and powerful but with a face more chiseled than she had pictured

there quietly, a few seconds passing by

first, suddenly feinting a move past him.