Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia turned around and slowly woke up. The first thing that appeared in her
vision after opening her eyes was the figure of the man on the balcony.

A touch of embarrassment crept onto her pretty face, dying the tips of her ears
red. She pursed her lips and chuckled. Then she felt something weird. Although
they would have sex from time to time, he was able to keep his calm every time.
He had never lost control like that before.

Cordelia got up from the bed lightly. She wanted to hug him from the back, but
she did not expect that she would nearly fall when her feet touched the floor.
“Are you all right?”

Marcus hastily stretched his arm forward and grabbed her.

Cordelia was stunned for a moment. He pulled her into his arms and looked at
her gently.

He chuckled and placed her back on the bed. As he tousled her hair, he said,
“Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night and trying to sneak up on me
from behind?"

“I did not.” Cordelia punched him with her little fists. Both of them played for a
while, and then Marcus’ gaze suddenly stopped on her body.

Her skin was fair, and it would become red easily.

Marcus’ gaze was filled with desire as he collected her hair behind her ears. “You
should wear something that can cover your neck tomorrow.”

It took Cordelia a short while to realize what he was implying. Her face turned red
with embarrassment. She threw herself into his arms and punched him with her
fists again.

“Alright, stop it!” He chuckled. “Your punches feel like tickles. Do you want me to
lose control again?”

“Marcus, you!” Her eyes widened. “You're so bad!”

50?"

“If you don't stop being so bad to me, I'll abandon you!”

She was just joking, but when Cordelia turned her head and looked at him, she
realized that the light in his eyes had disappeared.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she asked, “What's the matter, honey?”

He looked stoic, and even though he kept silent, she could see the
disappointment in his eyes.

“I'm just joking!” Cordelia looked at him and said, “I'll never abandon you.”

“But what if I lie to you?” He asked, his voice cold, “Will you leave me?”
Cordelia did not know how to answer the question.

An awkward silence descended into the room and separated the two of them like
an invisible wall. For a moment, this Marcus before her felt unreal, and a bad
feeling rose from her stomach pit.

She was nervous, and a chill was creeping down her spine.

Suddenly, Marcus let out a laugh and rubbed her head like he usually did. “Don’t
worry. I'm just joking as well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I just want you to remember one thing. I'll never ever lie to you.”
Cordelia nodded blankly. She leaned on his bare chest, and the uneasiness in
her heart slowly subsided as she listened to his heartbeat.

Marcus rarely smiled and was very serious about everything.

It seemed to her that she could not simply make this kind of joke with him
anymore.

She grinned, and her heart was flooded with warmth. Leaning in his arms, she
slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep after a short while.

Marcus did not sleep all night.

When the sky almost dawned, his phone lit up, and he received a picture from
Josiah.

There were a few men in black in the picture. They were sneaking around, and
judging from the street, it was somewhere near this small apartment they were
renting.

He became alert and got up to his feet. He walked toward the balcony and made
a call to Josiah.

“What happened?”

“I received this image from my men,” said Josiah. “Z, I heard that these people
have been following your wife for a few days.”

Marcus squinted as a dark glint crossed his eyes.

“Are they people from my uncle’s side?”

“Well, you can put it that way.” Josiah snorted lightly. “I've looked into them.
They're Oliver's men.”

“What is he trying to do?”

“Perhaps he wants to prove his worth in front of your uncle. After all, Matthew has
always thought that you were in Chaiseland before this.”

Marcus's face sank, and a cold smirk appeared at the corner of his lips.

“Since he wants to prove his worth in front of the Hamertons, he can do it to
anyone as long as they are a Hamerton.”

“What do you mean, Z?”

“Bring a few guys with you and go look for him.”

Marcus pitched his voice low and said something into the phone.

Oliver was tied up and thrown into a room.

Initially, he was shouting and screaming arrogantly. They couldn't tolerate him
anymore, so they stuffed a gag into his mouth and covered his head with a bag.
He could not move at all.

With a muffled thud, he made contact with the ground in a meaty smack, and he
saw stars in his vision for a moment.

At that moment, they removed the bag on his head and stripped down the tape
on his mouth.

Just when he was about to shout, he met Josiah’s gaze.

“Mr. Bayer?”

“How have you been, Mr. Jones?”

Oliver's head went blank for a moment. No matter how hard he thought, he
couldn't think of when he had offended Josiah before.

He looked around and realized that a group of bodyguards surrounded him. All of
them had stoic expressions on their faces, and he swallowed his question back
down to his stomach pit.

“Mr. Jones.” Josiah squatted in front of him and pulled a stack of photos out of his
pocket. “Do you know them?”

Oliver took a look at the photos and realized they were all photos of his men
following Cordelia.

“I... I don’t understand. Did Ms. Jenner run into a problem?”

“Well, don’t you know the best if she is in trouble or not?” Josiah replied as he
smacked his face with the stack of photos.

Oliver panicked and hastily asked for forgiveness.

“Mr. Bayer, I really don’t know what is going on! Ms. Jenner and I are just working
partners. She’s a very capable person, and we've had a great time working
together several times in the past...”

Josiah looked at him disdainfully. He knew he was lying.

“Oliver, let me make it clear for you. The reason you asked your men to follow
Cordelia is that you want to find out Marcus’ identity, right?”

Oliver felt a chill down his spine and did not dare to say anything.

“Well, you're right. He’s Zephyr Hamilton!” said Josiah, emphasizing each word.
There was a devilish smile at the corner of his lips, and it scared Oliver to the
core.

It was only now Oliver realized that he was the clown here. He thought he was
spying on Marcus in the dark, but little did he expect that Marcus had already
noticed him.

Josiah pulled out a dagger, and it gleamed coldly in the dark, causing Oliver's
hair to stand on end. After that, he pulled out a revolver, and the sound of loading
bullets into the revolver was clear to the ears.

Oliver tried to move away from Josiah, his eyes filled with fear.

“M-Mr. Bayer...”

Josiah chuckled lightly and said, “Z said that since there’s someone who's so
eager to reveal his identity, he figures that he should just get rid of that person.
After all, only dead men tell no tales.”

After he finished speaking, he placed the revolver at Oliver's head.

Oliver was so scared that he peed his pants and screamed in fear.

Josiah placed the dagger on his neck.

“If 1 kill you with this revolver, your death will be quick. But stabbing you with this
dagger is entertaining as well.

“Or maybe...” Josiah scoffed lightly and continued. “You can call Matthew and
see how he wants you to die.”