Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 64 His wrath

*RENEE*

Waking up the next morning,l was greeted by the sharp ache between my legs and sother parts of my body.

My body felt as though it had been dismantled and pierced back together, leavingutterly exhausted.

Outside, the winter sun cast a warm glow, indicating it was well past noon.

My cheeks heated when | recalled the many times he was between my legs last night.

And the most crazy part was that right now, despite how sore | was, felt myself getting aroused.

Oh God.

What has that man done to me?

He couldn't possibly turninto a sex addict, could he?

| sighed, recalling that he seemed to get hardened again just few minutes after fillingwith his semen.

| found it baffling how a man who typically feigned disability in a wheelchair possessed such physical vigor.

“Mrs King, Mr King has sent over sdrugs for you.“The maid informedas she presented so many drugs to

me.

| swallowed as | picked them up and read through.

Swere pain relief, he really knew what he had done to me.

| saw spills that made my cheeks heat up.

Birth controls.

“He wants you to always to take those.“The maid specified.

| gulped.

I should.l wasn’t ready to be a mother yet.

“He...uh...did he send you to purchase everything here?” | asked, my voice was hoarse.

Even my throat ached.

Damn, that man almost ruinedlast night.

“Yes.“The maid,seeming to have noticed my flushed cheeks added “There's no need to be embarrassed, ma'am.

This is what married couples do all the time.”

That only added to my embarrassment.

| didn’t want anyone knowing about it.

Oh God, my body tinged with excitement again recalling how good it felt each the thrust himself in and out of

me.

| shook my head and took the drugs. The dosage was written on a piece of paper and | did as it instructed.

| had intended to go shopping with Sarah today but | had only managed to walk to the bathroom.

| couldn’t imagine walking around the mall with the pain between my legs.

| should just stay hand recover for today.

So after breakfast, laid on the sofa,lost in my own thoughts.

What had coverlast night?

Why had | acted so boldly, well not so boldly but I did give him the consent to have me.

| didn’t exactly regret last night but | felt he had been too much now that my body felt so battered.

But Lord knows, that | couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt and wanting more.

What was wrong with me?

| spent an entire day recuperating at home.

As evening approached,a sensation headline emerged.

“Ivan’s stylist accused of being a hwrecker!”

Hwrecker?

Which hdid | wreck?

The headline was accompanied by a phone ofand a man in a sleeveless silver supercar.

| read the comments under the post.

“Scandalous!The hwrecker should be canceled.She shouldn't be allowed to be on our screens!”

“Well, setting aside the controversy,she’s undeniably stunning. She’s so gorgeous.”

“Do not praise such a vile woman!”

“Isn't that a limited edition koenigsegg, that global sports car?The man must be so wealthy.”

“She’s such a whore, disgusting!”

“Is she really Ivan’s stylist.”

“Yes, she is!lt’s also been confirmed that she’s romantically involved with so many other men!”

| sighed, heavily.

People are always so quick to believe whatever they read online.

| wasn’t exactly a big public figure yet so | was baffled by the intentions behind this smear campaign.

Could it be Catherine’s doings again?

This was really annoying!

“Mr. King, please have a look. “Luke showed Marcelo the post and briefed him on the situation. “Mrs. King was

seen inviting Mr. Moore for dinner recently.”

Marcelo immediately noticed Renee in the picture and proceeded to examine the post's contents before

questioning, “Why are we perpetuating fake news?”

The implication was that the post should be deleted:

“What's wrong?” Before Luke could respond, Marcelo noticed his roubled expression.

“The post is being taken down,” Luke revealed. “Mrs. King personally paid for its removal.”

“She handled it herself?“Marcelo’s frown deepened.

Renee did it quickly. Was she afraid of being found out?

Marcelo had entirely overlooked the fact that he himself had instructed Luke to remove the post. At this time,his

subordinate sent a latest message.

Luke read the message. His expression was more subtle. “Mr. King Mr. Damian Moore has just stepped in to

defend Mrs. King.”

Damian issued a clarifying statement. “How did that post get deleted? The man driving is my brother. He had his

eye on that car but never owned it. It's not my brother's car.”

As a renowned independent musician with a massive Twitter following, Damian’s post garnered far more

attention than the earlier gossip about Renee.

“Wow! It's the first tthat Damian has defended a woman. | haven't seen anything like this before.”

“If the car isn’t Damian's brother's, does it belong to the stylist? She must be wealthy.”

“Are the stylist and Damian connected? Is the stylist from a wealthy and influential family, just like Da

1?”

“Focus, everyone! The point isn’t Damian. It’s the rich woman. Miss stylist, please look at me. I'm tall, handsome,

and I'm not bad in bed.”

“Am | the only one who believes that the two individuals in the picture make a great couple?”

“I think so too. | particularly enjoy shipping a man and a woman both hailing from affluent families.”

“Damian, tell us, are you defending your sister-in-law?” Somebody tagged Damian’s account.

“What about those calling the stylist a hwrecker earlier? Are you all dumb?‘

“I want all the information about this stylist.”

Luke presented these comments to Marcelo, sensing his mounting anger.

Marcelo’s expression was stern and he was clearly unhappy.

| mean, who would be happy with people gushing over his wife and even shipping her with another man?

Luke wondered if Renee would face his wrath

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