Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1939

Persephone didn't know when the match that day had ended.

Her mind was a blank slate. When she finally came to, the cheers had turned into applause. No one had noticed her before, but now, all eyes were casting envious glances her way. She didn't understand what had happened.

All she cared about was whether Morpheus was alive.

But... where did the person who had just collapsed on the ring go?

As if in a dream, Persephone abruptly opened her eyes to find Morpheus standing right in front of her.

He was covered in injuries all over his body and face, but she found a hint of reality in his warm and steadfast smile.

"Morpheus..."

"This is for you." He held a medal in his hand.

Persephone's heart jolted. She had heard him say that this kind of medal represented the highest honor in the underground arena.

This was something he had earned with his life.

Morpheus smiled, though he was in pain from the wounds on his face being tugged. Yet, he wasn't afraid of the pain. He feared her tears.

He wore the medal around her neck. Like a referee raising a fighter's hand to declare victory, he raised Persephone's hand, letting out a primal cheer...

Persephone threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly.

The excited voices around them seemed to reach the skies, yet all she wanted was to remain on a solitary island with him forever.

After a while, everyone left, and Persephone finally had time alone with Morpheus. She carefully tended to his wounds. With the experience from the last time, she was more skilled this time. She cried silently while tending to his wounds, not letting out a sound. She didn't notice the deep and fiery gaze of the man opposite her.

"I..." It took a while, but Morpheus uttered hoarsely, "I did it."

"Hmm?"

"I did what you asked. I said I'd win."

Persephone's just-dried tears were brought forth by his words.

"Don't cry, don't cry!" He hurriedly wiped her tears, saying the same words as he did after his last injury, "It doesn't hurt at all."

This time, however, his injuries were much more severe than before.

Last time, they were only minor surface wounds, but his opponent this time was Louis, the man who could kill someone with just three punches in the ring.

This was his battle of life and death, and it was also Persephone's fight.

"Morpheus..." Persephone sniffled for a long time, unable to say a complete sentence. Still. she choked out four words amidst her sobs, "I... believe... in... you..."

Those four words deeply stirred Morpheus' heart. The weight of these four words was self-evident to him.

"Really, I trust you." She looked at him. "I shouldn't have doubted you. I've felt how you've treated me during this time. I know... I know you definitely have many secrets, but it's okay. If you want to say them, say them. If not... I won't ask.

"Anyway, I believe in you. No matter what you do, I... I trust you!"

Morpheus was stunned for a long time. A smile slowly spread across his lips. He gently embraced her, his other hand cupping her head.

Before Persephone could react, a passionate kiss landed on her lips...

Her eyes went wide!

She was startled, caught off guard by a wave of confusion and emotions. She instinctively pushed him away, but the moment her hands touched his firm chest, she surrendered.

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