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Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chapter 909
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The moonlight was like frost as it enveloped the majestic imperial palace in a layer of frigidity. The dew that fell on

the steps gave off a touch of chill.

Carmella stood in the center of the hall with her eyes cast down. Her expressionless face was stiff with a

determined indifference.

It was all over, and talking about it was futile.

The only thing she cared about was Martin. If Martin did not trust her, was repulsed by her, and loathed her, then

her world would lose all its radiance.

Carmella spoke softly after a long silence. “Your Majesty, are you hungry?

“I remember you used to like the raspberry cake I make. Shall I make some for you now?”

“You don’t have to bother.” Martin’s voice was hoarse as he slowly turned around. “You probably don’t know that I

don’t like that kind of overly sweet stuff… It’s you who always thought you knew best!”

Carmella’s eyes dimmed, and she clenched her hands tightly.

Martin looked at her, his commanding expression jolting her.

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“You always arrange everything for me according to your own preferences, and you even do it under the guise of

loving me!”

“Martin—”

“I admit that I was blinded when it came to the throne back then!” Martin was regretful. “Helene made a mistake,

and as her older brother, I should have helped her. Instead, I selfishly harmed her!”

Martin approached her step by step, his imposing aura fierce and chilling. “Carmella, I thought that… you’d treat

that child kindly! I thought you’d really hand her over to a lawyer couple for adoption!

“I never expected that you not only harmed that child but you also harmed Helene!”

Carmella’s knees weakened, and she fell to the ground with a thud, looking dazed.

In a trance, she seemed to have returned to the day when she first met Martin. She was 14 years old, dressed

festively to the palace to participate in the National Day ceremony. She saw the prince standing in the center of the

crowd, shining like the sun, right away.

With just that one glance, she was fixated for life.

“Your Majesty…” Carmella let out a bitter smile, murmuring softly, “Since the day I married you, I’ve sworn to clear

all obstacles for you. I want to make you a true king…

“Because I can never forget the way you shone among the crowds when I saw you at the age of 14.

“I swore to guard and protect you for life. I wanted to help you extend this glory forever—”

“Shut up!” Martin roared, veins bulging on his forehead. “You’re a monster!”

“A monster?” Carmella sneered. “Which monster would treat you so well? Which monster would plan things out so

thoroughly for you?”

“You…”

“Your Majesty, you can’t do without me, can you?” Carmella’s gaze changed. There was a hint of madness. She

suddenly stood up from the ground, grabbing Martin’s collar. “I’m your wife, the queen of Southeast Aciatic! You

said… You once said in front of many foreign diplomats that I’m your virtuous wife!”

“Get out!” Martin could not take it anymore.

He wanted to shake Carmella off, but she was surprisingly strong. The two of them were tangled together, and

Carmella was grabbing him almost in a frenzy, her facial features twisted like a demon.

“You won’t leave me! You won’t!” she screamed hoarsely. “Martin, you love me, and I love you too… We’re

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supposed to be together forever!”

“You lunatic! You’re crazy!” Martin grabbed her wrist and flung her away with force.

Carmella let out a scream as she hit the floor vase standing in the corner of the wall heavily, her head bleeding

instantly.

The guards rushed in. However, no one dared to speak, seeing Martin in a rage, and they held their breath as they

looked at him.

“Your Majesty…”

“Head out first. Leave it to me!” Another authoritative voice sounded. There was also the heavy sound of military

boots treading on the floor.

Martin looked up and saw Noah standing in the hall in his military uniform with a sharp and cold gaze.

Noah was accompanied by four to five people, all elite soldiers who had followed him for many years. He saluted

Martin, and his sharp eyes fell on the woman slumped on the floor.

“Your Majesty,” Noah said in a deep voice. “Her Majesty has private possession of drugs and plotted against

Princess Helene. Numerous charges have been confirmed. She can now be officially handed over to the judicial

authorities.”