Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

The news caught Renee off guard, leaving her with no tto prepare. By the tshe finished her work, the

clock had almost struck five in the afternoon.

Renee pressed the elevator button, signaling her ascent to the thirty-eighth floor.

To her surprise, as the elevator doors glided open, Marcelo emerged in a wheelchair.

He seemed taken aback as Renee approached him willingly.

"Planning to join Harvillston?" he inquired.

Renee, momentarily shocked, had almost forgotten about it. "No, | cto ask if

you're attending a welcparty tonight."

Marcelo's tongue brushed against the back of his teeth, a clear sign of his displeasure with Renee's persistent

refusal to join his company.

He desired to have Renee under his watchful eye all the time, the most comforting approach for him.

Renee approached Marcelo with her chin slightly lifted, her radiant face adorned with a subtle coquettish charm.

"I would like to attend Miss Lambert's welcparty as well. Would you mind havingas your companion?"

she asked.

Luke was left speechless.

This didn't seem like Renee was going as a companion to a welcparty.

It felt more like she was going there for a confrontation.

At that moment, Marcelo's phone rang.

Renee glanced at the caller ID. It was Vivian.

The CEO's floor was quiet, and being in proximity, Renee could faintly hear Vivian's voice emanating from the

phone.

"Marcelo, have you wrapped up your work? Will you ctonight?"

Her voice resonated with cheerfulness and sweetness, carrying the unique emotions of a young girl.

Renee observed Marcelo silently, her previously relaxed expression now stiffening, her smile fading.

Marcelo cast a glance at Renee and replied, "Yes."

Vivian continued happily, "I just returned to the country and don't have close friends here. Can you be my male

companion tonight?"

"No,"Marcelo replied without hesitation. "I already have a female companion."

Renee couldn't hear Vivian's words clearly, but Marcelo's reply hinted at his rejection of being Vivian's male

companion.

After Marcelo ended the call, Renee furrowed her brow and inquired, "You already have a female companion for

tonight?"

Besides Vivian, did he have other choices for female companions?

Renee felt like her efforts from the previous night had been in vain.

She seethed with anger!

"Isn't it you?"Marcelo gestured for Luke to step aside and he took Renee's hand, gently placing it on his

wheelchair. "Let's go."

Renee was momentarily taken aback.

"Are you not going with me?"Marcelo extended his hand and playfully pinched Renee's face. "Mrs. King, you

agreed to accompany me, and now you're still not happy? You're truly hard to please."

Hard to please?

Her ears involuntarily blushed a rosy hue.

But he always says the opposite when they're alone in their bedroom, whenever he's deep inside of her.

He always says she was easy to please and easily responded to his touch.

It was something she couldn't help.

Once he touches her, her whole body goes up in flames.

"What's on your mind, Renee?" Marcelo's teasing words snapped her back to

reality, prompting her to lock eyes with him.

He had discerned her thoughts.

"You're exasperating!"Renee vented her frustration, playfully slapping his shoulder and whispering through

gritted teeth.

A glance at Luke left her with a twinge of guilt.

Unfazed by the routine banter, Luke wore a stoic expression that might as well have proclaimed deafness.

Speechless, Renee felt her temperature rising once again.

"How did you learn about tonight's welcparty?" Marcelo inquired.

"Someone extended the invitation to me." Renee chose not to reveal the person who invited her and asked, "Do

you have any objections to my attendance?"

Marcelo struggled to follow her train of thought.

Since he had already agreed to her being his companion, he couldn't understand why he would have any

objections to her being there.

Renee sensed his confusion and probed, "Why didn't you explicitly mention that you wantedthere?"

With a sigh, Marcelo inquired, "Aren't you not acquainted with Vivian?"

He hadn't brought it up, presuming she wasn't acquainted with Vivian.

Renee took a moment to recall her somewhat fuzzy statement from the night before.

It's not that she wasn't acquainted with Vivian.

She was simply irritated by her.

"I wasn't acquainted with her before,

but today presents a favorable

opportunity to becacquainted."Rence added. "Of Course if there comes a day when I'm no longer Mrs. King,

| won't be inclined to familiarize myself with your friends."

They paused before a Rolls Royce Phantom, Marcelo's preferred vehicle for the

day.

Luke had already opened the car door, but Renee noticed Marcelo, in his wheelchair, remaining still.

Turning back, she locked eyes with his silent, stern gaze.

The gaze held an intensity that was both captivating and startling.

Before she could inquire about the sudden change, he swiftly stood up, pressing

her against the car.

The car door shut with a resounding bang.

Luke, sensing the atmosphere, promptly averted his gaze.

"Renee, if you're not Mrs. King, whose wife do you aspire to become?"

His voice dipped low and carried a dangerous undertone as he firmly held her

chin. His gaze resembled that of a predator sizing up its prey, almost as if he was contemplating...

Securing a defiant capture in place?

She would beccompliant once confined.

This contemplation sent a shiver coursing down Renee's spine.

"I... | was merely expressing a hypothetical scenario,"Renee replied, her voice subtly revealing a trace of unease.

"You'd do well not to entertain that scenario," Marcelo cautioned her. His warning was accentuated as he bit her

lip gently, imparting a subtle reprimand.

Her statement about not being Mrs. King someday caused a painful tightening in his heart.

It stirred a blend of anger and suffocation within him.

Setting Renee free, Marcelo moved around the car to enter from the opposite side, his silence laden with

unexpressed emotions.

Renee gingerly touched her slightly tender lip, her heart pulsating with intensity.

She couldn't discern whether it was influenced by Marcelo mood, or his authoritative remark, "You'd do well not

to entertain that scenario."

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Dove Island played host to Vivian's delightful welcparty.

Rather than the familiar bar Renee frequently visited, the party was held in a fancy villa nestled within the

resort's confines.

Radiant in a delicate light blue gown, Vivian graced the gathering, emanating elegance heightened by her

personally crafted sapphire necklace.

Though the attendees numbered a modest thirty, each belonged to elite circles.

"Marcelo!"Vivian's eyes sparkled at the sight of Marcelo in his wheelchair, momentarily freezing as she noticed

Renee assisting him to push the wheelchair.

"Miss Hudson, what brings you here?"Vivian approached, swiftly masking any surprise. "I must have forgotten to

extend an invitation to you Nevertheless, it's an honor that you've graced us with your presence!"

Her words, though polite, carried an underlying message.

Vivian meant she didn't invite Renee and wondered why she attended the party.

Renee placed her hand on Marcelo's shoulder, presenting a picture-perfect

couple.

"I am Marcelo's companion," She responded, smiling gently as she met Vivian's gaze "My sincere apologies for

not donning formal attire. Today's work commitments leftwith little tfor preparation."

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