Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone remained silent, holding her head low in contemplation.

The stark reality unfolded before her—Morpheus and she came from different worlds. He was the untamed beast in the jungle, while she resembled a delicate flower spoiled within the confines of home. His world embraced freedom, while hers revolved around dreams.

Like an unplanned melody, their love story began as a pure accident. Yet, she couldn't let it go, holding onto the hope that it would endure.

"Sephy..." Seamus summoned his courage, reaching out to hold her hand.

However, she evaded him, recoiling as if an electric shock coursed through her the moment he made contact. Her gaze spoke volumes, indicating that he had overstepped a boundary.

Seamus bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

Guilt washed over Persephone as she recalled the countless kind gestures he had made since her youth. Apart from her family, perhaps no one else would exhibit such unwavering loyalty. In her younger days.

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extreme instance involved sending him to the beach to search for a pink shell she claimed to have seen in a fairytale. He took it seriously, scouring through corals and

lesson. She had endured the harshest punishment—no food, an entire day in time-out, in a distant and chilly place where the sounds of wild birds and a cold

come to her aid.

the candy he held remained

dislike for the usual tea, so he would prepare hot Earl Grey milk tea for

felt a lump in her throat as she

"Miss."

the one apologizing." Her voice softened. "I caused a lot of mischief, and you had

that." Seamus smiled gently. "I'm your bodyguard. It's my job

him. The way he gazed at her remained unchanged from her