Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia received an interview notice from a company after settling down in Centrolis. The interview went smoothly, and she soon started working in the new company.

She took care of her mother at home after work and visited Carter at university during the weekends to bring him some daily necessities. The days went by in this routine as if she had returned to the pure and quiet time.

Zephyr kept her company quietly, never once disturbing her life, and frequently went to her place to help with chores.

Most of the time, he was not exactly helpful because Cordelia usually had to redo what he had done. It was fine when she was in a good mood, but when she had a lot of pressure from work, worked overtime and into the night, or had her menstrual mood swings… any gentle person would turn irritable.

Xyla usually stopped Cordelia when she shouted and yelled at him.

“Why are you raising your voice? Can’t you talk to our Zephyr properly?”

Or, it was, “Do it yourself if you have the time to yell at him! Why are you so mean to our Zephyr?”

Or, “Don’t think that you can act however you want because our Zephyr likes you! I’ll get upset if you shout at him like this!”

Cordelia was bewildered. Whose mother was she again!?

Zephyr was always calling Xyla “mom” as well, so those who did not know better would actually think they were the actual mother and son.

Cordelia shook her head weakly and chortled.

…

Cordelia worked in a newspaper office. On her first day of work, her superior had already told her, “Young people should work harder. You ought to be able to work hard and suffer a bit. You should have a dedicated spirit!”

Everyone ignored this, but Cordelia was serious about it—she worked hard.

thought that she was a cheap pushover. Her job did not only include drafting news, but she also had to do editing, typesetting, and countless chores in the

were even asking her to water the withering Devil’s Ivy. She also had to collect and send documents for them and

biggest headache was that her coworkers had an innate sense of superiority for being a Centrolis local and looked down on her,

a glass of water, but the gossipers in the

do you have

as she chuckled awkwardly and wanted to hurry away but was

us! Heh… If you don’t have a boyfriend, we

“It’s fine…”

so worried?” Another woman scanned Cordelia from head to toe as she munched on some nuts. “Why would Cordelia not be able to get

say!” Another one spoke up. “I wouldn’t

and their habits are different! Wouldn’t we be ‘helping the needy’

hear that you have a mother

these people got their news from. How were

brother… That’s like a bottomless hole!” Someone looked at her disdainfully and mocked, “Anyone who marries a non-local like

her hands and loosened them

slowly walked to the door, her back against them. She could feel those arrogant

gossip of

raking her cold gaze

you’re right,” she said softly. “I think Centrolis has

at each other, not understanding what

should they have built this city up so well! These dirty and tiring chores should be left to you locals. You

realized what she meant after a

sharp Cordelia was. She could insult