Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone paused. The group of young boys running around, laughing and playing, all seemed about eight or nine years old—undoubtedly the most irritating age group.

However, when they saw her, they blinked their large eyes and smiled. Their crystal-clear gazes eased Persephone's guard.

"Don't chase them away." She turned to the bodyguards. "They're just kids. Why bother about it so much?"

"But..."

"This is a neighborhood, not our own home! Let them play. They'll leave on their own in a while. No need for fuss."

The two bodyguards exchanged looks, nodded helplessly, and turned back to the room.

As Persephone leaned against the railing, she found herself a bit envious of these kids.

Seeing them made her reminisce about her childhood. Except, her childhood was never as carefree as theirs.

Hamerton Manor was enormous, palace-like, but no matter how vast a place, it was always smaller than the sky.

She was like a little bird yearning for the outside world, wanting to soar high and break free from the constraints of her family. Yet, she forgot that only the Hamertons could protect her properly.

the sound of airsoft guns. Her heart skipped a beat as she instinctively glanced toward the boys'

Persephone's eyes widened.

and pointed at the wall. One of them even raised

the boys were indeed waving at her, showing her the boxing gloves, and spelling out

already run off by the time she snapped

the bodyguards rushed over and anxiously inquired about the

the airsoft guns, right?" one of

boys probably can't afford school and always cause trouble on the streets.

you

real firearms, they still have

trouble, don't stop

so nervous her breathing became erratic. She didn't absorb a