Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Seamus stared at her blankly.

Yeah, he had crossed the line first, forgetting that Persephone was a pampered
heiress from childhood. Which heiress ever had a good temper?

However, during her time in Flinge, he had personally witnessed her change for
Morpheus, leaving him feeling quite uneasy.

Seamus silently lowered his head, saying nothing.

Persephone vented her frustrations at him, releasing pent-up emotions. However,
upon reflection, a twinge of guilt crept in as she observed his current state.
"Alright, get out and wait for me!" she muttered. "You didn't really want to watch
the match anyway. Why suffer? Go outside and get some fresh air!"

Seamus glanced at her and coldly turned away.

As Persephone watched him vanish, a wave of guilt overwhelmed her once
more.

At that moment, it felt like she had been divided into two parts—one tethered to
Centrolis, the Hamertons, and teenage years spent with Seamus. The other was
solely devoted to the figure in the boxing ring.

She inhaled deeply, resting her forehead against her folded hands and closing
her eyes. This was the way of prayer she had adopted since arriving in Flinge.
She prayed in her heart, wishing for Morpheus’ success in the match. She hoped
that everything would unfold smoothly for him henceforth and then... for him to
erase her from his thoughts.

Cheers and shouts, like waves rising one after another, swept through the
already small venue.

Morpheus stepped onto the ring, and his opponent on the other side flaunted his
heavily tattooed arms as some kind of demonstration. Meanwhile, his pierced lip
curled into a devilish grin.

Morpheus gave him a cold glance.

This man, like Louis, was of mixed race, with the towering stature characteristic
of individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began, he
strutted around like a wild beast in a cage.

Amid the heat of the atmosphere, Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched
his opponent, aware that drugs likely fueled the man's excitement.

It didn't matter, though—he had taken them, too.

Morpheus chuckled, discarded the towel draped over him, and leaped into the
boxing ring.

The uproar below was deafening. He glanced at the spectators. Though
everything seemed a blur, he managed to see Persephone sitting there quietly.
His heart twinged slightly. This would be his last time being this close to her.
The whistle blew, and the referee announced the start of the match.

Morpheus felt something was off after throwing a few punches. He felt dizzy, his
feet as if stepping on cotton, unable to stand steady.

His opponent took advantage, tripping him and landing a heavy blow on his
temple!

Morpheus’ head rang loudly. He felt warm, viscous liquid sliding down his head,
painting everything a crimson red before him. He struggled to get up, but his
opponent continued to knock him down, each hit lethal!

He was powerless to defend himself, unable to summon the strength to raise his
arms to protect himself.

His opponent forced him into a corner of the ring, and every bone in his body
ached as if being pulled out one by one. He roared, trying once more to stand
upright.

At that moment, his opponent leaped suddenly!

Morpheus heard a heart-wrenching voice amidst the clamor. He wanted to stand
up and hug her again, but his eyelids couldn't open anymore. His breath grew
faint, and his soul seemingly detached from his body.

As his soul floated in the sky, he saw his own body, saw Persephone crying her
heart out, saw Fat Jim's smirk, saw the chaotic and filthy world slowly drifting
away from him...