Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Fat Jim and Kourtney were chatting and laughing as they walked out. When the door opened, a tall, sturdy figure blocked their path. Before they could react, Morpheus kicked the men who were holding the girl, sending them flying with force.

Then, he scooped the girl up with a swift motion, carrying her over his shoulder, and strode out through the doorway.

"I'm taking her with me," he stated firmly with his back to the others, enunciating each word. "From now on, she's mine."

All along the way, Persephone had her eyes covered, remaining so silent that it gave the impression that she might be mute.

The progress of events took her somewhat by surprise. However... lying across Morpheus' shoulder felt surprisingly comfortable.

He ran fast and steady, easily supporting her with just one arm. She guessed he must be a big guy. An inappropriate analogy flashed in her mind—he was a bit like the horse she had raised in her family's stable since she was young.

Thinking about it made Persephone chuckle.

Morpheus' steps noticeably paused.

was a typical dwelling in this area of Flinge, a mixture of wood and bamboo,

sparsely furnished, and it did not even have an extra chair. He settled her on the only low sofa

Morpheus froze.

blindfold. In that split second, Persephone suddenly leaped from the sofa. A cold glint flashed across his

immediately locking

would never forget

beauty seemed as if she didn't belong to this world. Even though slightly disheveled, she couldn't hide the elegant air about her. She resembled a startled

dagger was hidden in her boot, and her previous movements were quite agile. She hadn't expected

had imagined—burly and powerful but with a face more

two stood there quietly, a few seconds passing by

a move past him. Then,