Married a Secret Billionaire

Rebecca was about the same age as Persephone, naturally sharing more common topics of conversation, like outfit styling.

Persephone praised her sense of style. A seemingly ordinary top looked refreshing when paired with a skirt suggested by Rebecca.

"Where did you learn all this?" Persephone casually picked up a bag and glanced at the mirror. "Hmm, I've never worn this since the designer sent it over. I always felt it was too plain. Your combination looks pretty good."

"It's your inherent charm," Rebecca complimented with a smile.

However, her gaze shifted to the bag in Persephone's hand—a top-tier international brand. The chief designer had personally tailored it, making it the only one of its kind in the world.

Owning even one of these unique luxury items in their lifetime would be a challenge for an ordinary person. Yet, Persephone had a room full of them. From clothes to shoes to handbags, even various scarves, belts, and accessories—she didn't use limited editions but customized pieces, the only ones of their kind in the world.

A surge of jealousy rose in Rebecca at that moment, much like a weed growing wildly in her heart.

Persephone, who didn't possess any skills, merely lucked out with her birth. Without the Hamertons, she'd be nothing!

Why did she deserve all this? Why did she have the adoration of thousands? Why could she make

devoted

nails digging deep into

wrong?" Persephone turned

abruptly,

asking you which pair of

a smile. "Are

Persephone blushed slightly. "Yes."

Mr. Orton?"

"Yeah."

of these pairs would be quite suitable," Rebecca said, suddenly pulling out a pair of high

fit you

too decorative

and the heels were about four

her

Hamerton, this style goes

I'm going out with Morpheus. Dressing like

Orton will like it." Rebecca smirked. "You forgot, I was a psychologist before.