Secret Marriage to a Billionaire

"Mrs Butler should be in the bedroom, probably asleep by now," Zoey answered immediately.

Kenneth let out a cold snort. This woman had some nerve. After a year of not seeing her husband, she could still sleep soundly.

"Which room is she in?"

"The second room on the left after you go upstairs," Zoey replied without hesitation.

Kenneth strode towards the stairs but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

What if she wasn't asleep? Or what if he woke her up?

If she saw his true face, his plan to test her would be ruined.

No, that wouldn't do.

"Go cut the power to the house," Kennth commanded.

Zoey was taken aback. "Cut the power?"

"When I tell you to do something, just do it!"

"Yes, sir!" Zoey quickly ran to cut the power. In no time, the villa was plunged into darkness, pitch black, with not a hand in sight.

Only then did Kenneth feel assured as he ascended the stairs. He gently pushed open the bedroom door. Emily was indeed asleep.

By the faint moonlight streaming through the window, he could just make out the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing.

He quietly approached the bed. Emily's eyes were tightly shut, and she was sleeping soundly. The sliver of moonlight cast a soft glow on her face.

He had to admit, even without any makeup and with her face barely visible, her face was still cute.

Kenneth's fingers gently brushed across her cheek. As if tickled by the sensation, Emily let out a soft murmur and turned over in her sleep.

Somehow, that little soft sound sparked an impulse inside him. An urge to take her, right here, right now.

The sweetness of their first night together had left him insatiable.

He threw off the blanket and pressed himself onto her.

It was only at this moment that Emily realized someone was there!

Just as she was about to scream, her lips were dominantly sealed by his.

She struggled a bit, but soon her hands and feet were pinned down. With a ripping sound, her nightgown was torn away.

Kenneth's passionate kisses left her nearly breathless.

The only person who could enter this house was her husband, so after a few futile attempts to resist, she stopped struggling.

...

Before long, Kenneth fell asleep again.

What a buzzkill!

Kenneth gently pinched her cheek. "You need to work on your stamina!"

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Kenneth realized he didn't have any clean clothes to change into. He had to put on the clothes he had come in and leave the room.

Hearing the noise, Zoey sprang up from the couch. She had been waiting there, ready in case Kenneth needed anything.

Kenneth asked her to turn on the power, and she did so immediately, bringing light back into the room.

Seeing Kenneth's satisfied expression, Zoey felt a surge of jealousy. "How shameless!" she muttered under her breath, but still managed to keep a smile on her face.

"Mr Butler, is there anything else you need?" she asked.

Kenneth didn't respond immediately. Instead, he sat down on the sofa, and Zoey obediently stood to the side.

"Have you been here the whole time?" he finally asked.

"Yes, Mr Ignatius instructed me to stay here and take good care of Mrs Butler."

"Besides me, has anyone else been here?" Kenneth's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and his voice devoid of warmth.

"Uh... Assistant Dorris has been here twice, but other than that, no one else."

Although Emily was legally married, she felt no sense of belonging here and didn't want others to know about her marriage, so she naturally didn't bring anyone over.

Kenneth nodded.

"But sir, there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you," Zoey hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Speak," Kenneth said coldly.

"Not only has no one else been here, but Mrs Butler herself rarely comes back. She often stays out all night. If she comes back two days a week, that's already a lot."

Kenneth frowned.

Although Dorris had mentioned that Emily sometimes stayed elsewhere, it was hard to think she was only home two days a week at best... The frequency with which she was staying out was too high!

"Keep an eye on Mr Butler and report any unusual behavior to me immediately."

"Yes, sir!"

Zoey was thrilled to receive this carte blanche. It felt like a sign that she wasn't just a housekeeper here, but rather someone in charge of monitoring Emily Avery. This was a significant upgrade!

Now, more than ever, she had no reason to pay Emily Avery any mind.

"One more thing," Kenneth paused before continuing, "if she asks about my age, just tell her I'm around forty. For any other questions, handle them as you see fit."

Zoey didn't know what Kenneth's intentions were, but she knew better than to ask.

"Yes, sir."

"The next time I come back, just shut off the main power switch. I shouldn't have to remind you."

With that, Kenneth stood up. "How much are you being paid?"

"Four thousand dollars a month," Zoey answered truthfully.

For a small-time housekeeper like her, most families would pay around two thousand, but the Butler family was known for their generous salaries.

"Starting next month, your salary will be eight thousand."

Zoey's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, sir!"

Kenneth didn't say another word and walked out the door.

...

The next day.

Emily finally woke up around nine in the morning. Her body was still in immense pain, as if it had been torn apart. Every part of her ached.

She lay on the bed for quite a while before she managed to sit up.

Last night, her husband...

He was definitely not an old man!

That strength, that stamina, the feel of his skin-Emily couldn't possibly associate it with that balding old man.

On the bed lay her torn nightgown.

Looking at herself, she noticed more bruises on her arms and thighs. Adding to the ones from the night before, her body looked like a canvas of colours!

"What is it with me...

After the shower, a sudden realisation hit her. There were only twenty-four hours between the night before and today.

Doing the deed around ovulation could very well lead to pregnancy.

If she got pregnant this time, would the child be from the man from the night before or her husband?

Emily closed her eyes in agony, hoping for the first time that she wouldn't get pregnant!

But this was beyond her control.

After her shower, Emily went downstairs. Zoey had already finished her breakfast and was sitting on the couch, eating some fruit.

Zoey had definitely met her husband before. She should ask her about it!