Married a Secret Billionaire

“Are you praising my looks?” Persephone asked.

Morpheus remained silent and just ruffled her hair gently.

“But I’m your wife, right? How could she let a married woman…”

“These things are common here,” Morpheus said casually. “Husbands accumulate gambling debts, and wives sell themselves to pay them off. It’s a routine occurrence.”

“But didn’t you say you’d protect me?”

“That was under the premise that I’m alive.” His voice grew deeper, his expression more serious. “But in those lawless underground rings, anything can happen. Everyone signs a life-or-death contract. Even death in those fights is deemed deserved!”

Persephone halted, staring at him blankly.

Morpheus paused when he noticed the coldness and tremors in her hand. Her pretty face paled with fear, too.

He frowned slightly and pulled her into his arms. He alertly scanned around, then led her to blend into the crowd swiftly with their heads down.

“Morpheus, I…” Persephone’s voice trembled.

“I was talking about the worst-case scenario.” He remained composed. “Rest assured. Before anything like that happens, I’ll find a way to get you out.”

was glad he was concerned. Perhaps soon, she would safely return to Centrolis.

to her world while he would remain in this indulgent place. They would become two parallel lines, never to intersect

never met him, she

Morpheus

to attention, meeting his impatient

hear what I

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won’t take you to make calls

Persephone nodded, suddenly realizing. “Oh, so the previous times we

leave the house

unsure how to

We checked the time beforehand!” Morpheus poked her head. “How could we let those people track us to where we made calls? Besides, Kourtney’s people don’t watch

you’ll drive me to