Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone wore a look of concern as she inched closer to Morpheus. "D-Do you not like it?"

Just then, the final firework illuminated the sky brightly.

She had designed it especially for him. The silver sparks gleamed like a thousand stars, with two letters shining brightest in the middle—MY.

"Morpheus, see the 'MY' in the middle?" She smiled. "I designed that for you!

"Do you like it?

"Morpheus?"

Morpheus stood frozen, like a cold sculpture.

His heart pounded, but he could only hear the flying bullets in the battle—a haunting echo of his troop's last scream at the battle's end.

It was his father's final bellow of despair.

Morpheus covered his ears and squatted down weakly, his head throbbing with pain.

"No... No."

"Morpheus!"

Persephone was shocked by what she saw. She attempted to hug him, but he pushed her away.

Despite being wounded from the push, she ignored it and tried to embrace him again.

wrong, Morpheus? You're scaring

if his soul was

"Morpheus!"

Persephone choked.

fireworks continued in the sky, but the person

wrong? Do you not feel well?

He pushed her again!

time, Persephone couldn't hold back

care for her even when she frowned did nothing at

to the

on the couch upon her arrival. A ghastly helplessness crawled

her supper, but Persephone had no appetite.

voice came from outside.

looked up forcefully and saw Christopher entering with a smile while

won't find it anywhere else! Would you

She remained silent.

moody, he thought he wouldn't ask

him that I put a lot of effort into it? Although I didn't help with the design, I was the one who got

helplessly.