Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Persephone stood in stunned silence as the voice echoed. A tall figure approached, his broad shoulders reaching out to grab her.

Unintentionally, her gaze caught two shadows on the wall, merging into one, and she blushed.

Morpheus swiftly took the credit card from her hand, slamming it onto the counter. "What are you buying?" he asked.

Caught off guard, she stammered, "N-Nothing..."

"Buy anything you'd like," he commanded, his voice gentle despite his fierce appearance. "I have money. Let's see who dares to look down on you here!"

A tickling sensation warmed Persephone's heart, an odd but pleasant feeling.

Seeing that Morpheus was so muscular and fierce he could totally play a bandit in a movie, the shop assistant dared not offend him, even though she looked down on him.

"Alright, sir." She smiled, packing the items Persephone had chosen. "I'll ring up the bill."

Morpheus remained silent, coldly staring.

his arm and playfully said, "Morpheus, she said I couldn't afford

trying to comprehend her intentions. After paying for her, shouldn't he have claimed justice on her behalf? The shop assistant had been polite, so what

she held his

a smile, he remained composed. "Oh," he said, unfazed. "What

don't want

Persephone demonstrated shrewdness

earned based on

brand. Customers willingly paid a premium for the exceptional quality and customer service it

a refund were requested,

refund request. Wouldn't they eventually uncover the altercation she had with the customer? Her job would

severity of the situation. "Sir, ma'am, it's my fault.

tall, radiating even more majesty than

bolstered her fearless

but I no longer desire them! I demand a refund! Is the consumer not entitled to that? Or does the

"I—"