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.

the assistant bring over a dozen

of wedding photos for you two!"

her, then smiling faintly. Subsequently, they dressed formally for the photos, changing outfits several times. However, Persephone liked the traditional

colors. Standing beside her, Morpheus wore the same traditional clothing, a stark contrast from his

faced the camera, both

selected each photo, wanting to keep every single one. Finally, she picked the one with

the best gift Morpheus

neared the moment of parting, neither of them acknowledged it, not even raising their

Persephone to the pier, where they saw Seamus

Morpheus said in a low

silent journey, it was the first time

thing was the photo in her pocket. She reached inside and touched it. She then pulled her hand out, gently pressed the outside

out of the car and went around to

them and