Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"I've taken photos of you during your matches before!" Matthew walked up cheerfully and gestured to his assistant, then led the two of them into the exclusive VIP photography studio. There, they had specialized stylists and makeup artists.

This photography studio was a well-known establishment in Flinge, even attracting many celebrities who sought Matthew for photoshoots. Matthew was quite reputable in the industry. Whenever there wasn't a very famous star, he would hand the photography task to his assistant.

Today, he was hands-on, setting up the scene, selecting outfits for both of them, considering the photography ambiance, and thoroughly enjoying himself.

"I particularly enjoy watching you throw punches!" Matthew grinned. "Your boxing technique is sharp and satisfying!"

Morpheus recalled a time when he had faced off against a foreigner who was excessively arrogant before the match, boasting confidently, only to be soundly defeated in the ring by Morpheus.

Patriotic souls like Matthew loved watching these matches, even if they were held in underground arenas. Every time he bet on Morpheus. The latter had never lost, allowing him to earn plenty from the underground fights.

"I heard you got married?" Matthew glanced at him, then at Persephone. "Is this your wife?"

Morpheus neither confirmed nor denied it.

had the assistant bring

wedding photos for you

then smiling faintly. Subsequently, they dressed formally

and magnificence, with the whole scene adorned in celebratory colors. Standing beside her, Morpheus wore

faced the camera, both sporting the most

photo session lasted quite a while. After it was over, Persephone carefully selected each photo, wanting to keep every single one. Finally, she picked the one with the traditional outfit. She patiently waited for Matthew

the best gift Morpheus had given

As they neared the moment of parting, neither of them acknowledged

Morpheus drove Persephone to the pier, where

off," Morpheus said in

it was the first time

have much luggage. The most precious thing was the photo in her pocket. She reached inside and touched it. She then pulled her hand out, gently pressed the outside of her

thought for a moment, then got out of the car and went around to open her

them and