Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Persephone's final design experiment was set to take place in a fireworks factory,
and she put in a lot of preparatory work for it.

This fireworks factory was under royal management, so she was often seen
entering and leaving with Christopher.

There were murmurs in the palace, and these bits of gossip quickly spread
outside.

Morpheus also caught wind of some information outside the palace.

In the cafe, he sat quietly by the bed. The sunlight was still bright today, and the
place remained empty without any patrons. A sign hung outside the courtyard
door, indicating a temporary closure. It had been there for many years.

Since he left Southeast Aciatic, this courtyard hadn't seen any visitors.

Alfred Farrar placed a cup of hot black tea in front of Morpheus while his wife,
Marie Farrar, was busy cleaning inside and outside. Both exchanged a glance,
shaking their heads in resignation, and sighed.

Back then.

Kaiden, the military general of Southeast Aciatic, conspired with foreign powers
and incited rebellion, threatening the regime. The Harrises, also a military family,
mobilized a considerable force but returned unsuccessfully.

Kaiden's preparations had been too thorough, catching the Harrises and the
Southeast Aciatic royal family off guard.

At that point, Morpheus stepped up. He was just in his early 20s, full of youthful
vigor, and aimed to make a name for himself. Yet, he didn't expect his first battle
to be against his father.

It was unclear whether it was Kaiden's consideration for the father-son
relationship on the battlefield or Morpheus’ effective strategy, but despite the
hardships, the goddess of victory ultimately sided with Morpheus. He won, but
the cost was forever bearing the heavy cross of killing his own father.

Everyone in Southeast Aciatic revered him as the god of war, but only he knew
that the title was written with his father's blood.

His guilt toward his father, coupled with PTSD after the war, led him into severe
depression. He resigned from the royal service, renounced his position as a
general, and took over this cafe.

He thought keeping busy and living an ordinary life would help.

However, his depression kept recurring. Every night, he was haunted by
nightmares. Helpless, he had no choice but to leave Southeast Aciatic and head
to Flinge, where he endured a period of dark and dismal days.

At that time, he had somewhat given up on himself, wanting to become a rat in
the gutter, a cockroach everyone loathed. He won fight after fight on the dirty
underground ring, hoping to wash away the bloodshed from the battlefield.

He never expected Persephone to appear in his life in that way. He didn't know
how she redeemed him, but he only knew that he wanted to follow her, to be with
her.

She was the only light in his life, and if he couldn't hold onto it, he would sink into
the abyss forever. -

Morpheus’ phone had some videos from tabloid accounts continuously playing.
They were grainy, blurred footage of Persephone and Christopher together.
These videos had been taken secretly and falsely portrayed the two sneaking out
of the palace for romantic escapades in the dead of night.

"Sir, don't watch these." Alfred took his phone away. "You can't trust these
bottom-lineless tabloids!"

"I know." Morpheus chuckled. "How could I not trust Sephy? When I was looking
at these just now, I was only thinking of one thing..."

"What is it?"

Morpheus looked up. "Where is Rebecca?"

Alfred paused and looked at Marie. Both of them had previously worked in the
palace, and even to this day, Marie sometimes went there and knew more about
the situation.

"I heard Ms. Hamerton drove her away,” Marie said in a low voice. "As for where
she was driven to, I'm not sure. If you want to know, I'll go ask the butler.”

"I suspect Rebecca hasn't gone far." Morpheus paused for a moment. "The royal
family has always been strict, and there's never been such scandal leaking out
before... Why have so many tabloid accounts suddenly started focusing solely on
Sephy?"

"Yeah!" Alfred and Marie were struck with realization. "Could it be that the
butler..."