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

and sweated as if his soul was being

"Morpheus!"

Persephone choked.

the person in

not feel well? Talk to me!

He pushed her again!

Persephone couldn't hold back and started

care for her even when

returned to the palace looking

upon her arrival. A ghastly helplessness crawled toward

supper, but Persephone had no appetite. She shook

then, a voice came from outside.

forcefully and saw Christopher entering with

chef just made this. You won't find it anywhere else! Would you like

She remained silent.

he

into it? Although I didn't help with the design, I was the one who got people

him helplessly. "Can you leave me