Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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Daniel took Maisie to visit Whitney.

Maisie stood on the deck, relishing the caress of the sea breeze. Seagulls soared in the sky, the sun casting its

brilliance upon the sea like shimmering diamonds. The atmosphere was soft and gentle, akin to the feeling one

experienced in a dream.

As Maisie stretched her back, Daniel embraced her from behind. She blushed and gently pushed his chest.

The bodyguards near the bow wisely averted their gazes.

"How's the scenery?" he asked gently.

Maisie smiled and nodded. "I love it."

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"This is the Kinglakes' private sea territory. My aunt resides on the island, taking the boat wherever she goes."

Maisie listened quietly and smiled. The true artist, it seemed, cared little for worldly things, living in a place secluded

from the bustle of society.

The Kinglakes' influential background surpassed her imagination. They were more than a mere affluent family—

they owned a private sea territory.

"My aunt is my grandfather's favorite," Daniel said with a smile. "So he gave her the only island in this part of the

sea. My aunt and uncle are a match made in heaven. They live freely on the island, like sages in the s we

read!"

Maisie playfully asked, "Is the island called Lovebird Island?"

"It's Rose Island." Daniel looked at her. "There's 'rose' in my mom's name. They were very close, so my aunt was in

a lot of pain when my mom passed away... We depended on each other for a while."

Maisie leaned softly on his chest after hearing that. The island became clearer in front of them. When viewed from

a distance, it seemed as if fiery roses were blooming along the shore.

The closer they got to the island, the more nervous Maisie became. She was excited yet apprehensive, fearing she

might make a mistake, but also eager to meet the artist she admired.

Daniel hugged her waist and smiled gently at her, his eyes filled with love.

There were many people on the shore. The butler welcomed them with grand fanfare.

Daniel whispered into her ear, "See? Why would they act like this if they didn't take you seriously?"

Maisie smiled and held his hand.

The spectacle didn't blind her. A fanfare could only prove their courtesy and generosity, not necessarily a sincere

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welcome.

As Maisie suspected, Whitney did not like her.

Although Whitney smiled, her eyes exuded cold intimidation. She was born into a prestigious family, so Maisie felt

small in her presence. The sense of inferiority surged inside her.

Whitney even asked directly, "I heard you almost died because of Daniel?"

Maisie's expression changed. She didn't know how to respond.

"It was my fault, aunt." Daniel held Maisie's hand. "I failed to cherish her, and she suffered. I'll never—"

"I don't appreciate women who would die for love," she interrupted him, "A person should love themselves first. I

disagree with losing your rationality over love!

"When you're lost in a relationship, have you ever thought about your own life? Have you ever thought about the

people who brought you up with their blood and sweat? Do you feel sorry for yourself? Do you feel sorry for them?"

"Aunt!" Daniel frowned and kept signaling Whitney.

He had no idea why his usually kind aunt seemed to have become a different person today.