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.

and playfully said, "Morpheus, she said

paying for her, shouldn't he have claimed justice on her behalf?

she held

remained composed. "Oh," he said, unfazed.

"I don't want them! Get

dumbstruck. Although the store's inventory was not extensive, Persephone demonstrated

would be earned based

for this particular brand. Customers willingly paid a premium for the exceptional quality and customer service it offered. It was a prominent A-list

if a refund were requested, she wouldn't just lose her

incident thoroughly, probing into the reasons behind the customer's refund request. Wouldn't they eventually uncover the altercation she had with the

The shop assistant grasped the severity of the situation. "Sir, ma'am, it's my

radiating

bolstered her

I no longer desire them! I demand a refund! Is the consumer not

"I—"