Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Graham said, looking at Maisie, "Do you understand what I just said?"

Maisie smiled, indicating she understood.

This would mean they would have an independent marriage, not interfering with each other's lives, sharing living expenses, and offering help in family emergencies if desired, or not if they chose not to.

However, the Bayers were a prestigious family and were unlikely to face such emergencies. Meanwhile, Maisie was from a less notable background and seemed to be the one with endless troubles.

She asked, "Graham, are you considering a prenup with me?"

"How did you guess?" His eyes brightened. "You've grasped my point, Maisie! I'm pleased."

Her surprise was evident. She had only been testing him, not expecting a definite answer.

"Prenups are necessary," he affirmed. "Many young people overseas do this before marriage. I've spent enough time abroad to embrace the concept, and I agree with it. It's better to clarify everything before marriage. Even if we were to divorce in the future, it would be straightforward. Otherwise, it'd be a waste of time and energy, detrimental for both parties."

Maisie was taken aback. "You've thought about divorce?"

He chuckled. "I believe in being prepared. Of course, no one aims for divorce when they marry, but it's wise to be ready."

He added, "I'm someone who values backup plans."

Maisie mustered a smile. The notion sounded reasonable—independence in marriage, financial boundaries, but...

support each other, not stand by in times of need, if they ended up splitting the cost of a bowl of salad, what was the point of such a

wasn't about wanting his money—she hadn't dated him for his family's wealth. She had envisioned a life with him from the start, but now, it seemed she might

off

him. "I won't

issue. They need to resolve

"Graham! That's my sister!"

stay together forever, can they?" Graham thought she was being unreasonable. "You can't solve all

She doesn't want to work. All she does is draw, and you invested in an

sister is different from yours,"

and asked,

grabbed her hand. "That's not what I

explain." She let go of his hand. "I

was a prestigious princess, deserving everything she desired,

clarify his statement, the doorbell rang. It was

as these men appeared suspicious. She hurriedly

be afraid," one of the men said with a smile. "We work for Fat Lawler and are

explained, stuttering, "-FFat Lawler said...

Wesley bother you. Fat Lawler's men

were stunned by the

"What happened, sis?"

She turned to the two