Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 27

*MARCELO

I was a light slowper, the tiniest bit of noise woke me up.

I had barely shut my eyes that night when I was walkened by footsteps.

Topened my eyes to see Henre healing for the bathroom.

My eyes remained open until she came out.

It seemed as if she was barely awake because I was surprised when she slid into bed next to me.

Isa sharply as her scent reveloped me She slept so soundly next to me,ber peace seemingly unbreakable.

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How could she sleep so peacefully while my own peace was beling shattered by her.

Not Lar

I laid back on the bed and tried to wake her up.

It wasn’t fair that I was the only one who couldn’t sleep.

With that, called out “Rence.”

She didn’t stir.

My voice grew louder.“en”

Instead of answering me she nestled deeper into the pillow.

Was she such a deep sleeper?

My eyes dilated when she rolled over and placed her head on my chest.

I blinked, nervously as she nestled against me, pressing her body on mine

My body stiffened,a suppressed groan escaping my lips.

Her knees brushed my thigh and pressed against my crotch.

I felt myself hardening.

How dare this woman seduce me in her sleep?

I stared down at her her delicate face looked so soft, her cheeks were flushed and she looked simply gorgeous

My gaze shifted to the condoms.

I felt like grabbing one, making her lie of her back spread her beautiful legs and barry myself deep inside her.

Fuck!

That felt incredible just by thinking about it.

My dick hardened even morp

After a tough hesitation,I shut my eyes

My fists clenched and I resisted the urge to push her away from

She was killing me.

For the rest of the night I couldn’t sleep at all.

“RENEE

I felt so comfortable and I didn’t want to wake up but I could tell it was morning

Yawning I opened my eyes and sat up feeling groggy and disoriented.

I scanned the room and I was startled to see Marcelo seated on the left side of the bed.

And why the heck was I on the bed?

I was supposed to be on the couch!

“Why_what_._how?

My brain lagged in the morning.

I was baffled as I pointed alternately to me and Marcelo unable to figure out how I got into the bed.

TH

the

Did he perhaps

I quickly checked underneath the blanket.

still had my

was a

felt no discomfort

and just stared

couch and asked.“Why did you

me to

from the

Marcelo wasn’t that considerate,

Then what happened?

at his face and noticed

I didn’t want to sleep beside

as if he was

my brain trying to remember and

the night to use the bathroom and then coming back, I

exactly blame

used to sleeping on a

couldn’t be that considerate

“What did

I lowered my head.“Nothing”

copped my

were captivating and I felt so

skin, allowing me to see my

should find a way

I was surprised to

to keep touching

also wanted to argue that his rough night

moved to his bed myself,I

was in the

my morning routine, a maid relayed

were to attend a memorial service at the King’s family small

was only for members of the family and also those

I know Catherine

trouble for me at such a

and I noticed Marcelo was

not be easy

both his father and

wanted to believe he

relatives of

there an empty

Chapter 27

were interrupted when Andrew inquired, “Grandpa, where is

he let out a chuckle as if amused

share the same grandmother. Andrew’s

Gary, sensing Paul’s reluctance

and Renee, couldn’t suppress his

all eyes turned towards Paul and

shifted provocatively towards

own son, and Grandina dedicated her life to you. Doesn’t she deserve a place here?” This gaze ni

King’s family’s hurbulent

father, was Paul’s child from a past allair,Gary’s mother had insisted on living in the Kings‘ house, disrupting

She cured Gary

Marcelo’s father and literally

such a woman, who had torn apart Marcelo’s family,

in a new light: a solitary figure doin to a lone beast atop a mountain. He

family members exchanged glances, their eyes shifting

silence, Macelo

can be placed

Paul was stunned.

mother’s ashes!” Gary, elated, Instructed a

again, his tone mischievous yet ominous. “If

“How dare you“!

rage “You cold, defiant bastard You! Why

barely there,

threat to destroy the

chaos, with the ashes

to

vulnerability, whispered to him, “Your grandfather removed those ashes intentionally. He

response was

braced herself for his harsh

Marcelo remarked, “Mrs.King,

ww

to ashes now, Paul had never truly cared for

favorite son had

they wanted to rip where they

his father’s

more concerned with his image, wanting to avoid a scene at the

shout pierced the

young boy, about six, ran

the church’s exit was a slope, and Marcelo’s wheelchair began hurtling down

“Marcelo!”

second thought, Renee sprinted after

billowed behind her as she raced down

the slope, Renee

overwhelming, causing her legs to buckle, one knee hitting the

sharp pain

his deep, unreadable gaze. His eyes were like a vast abyss, hiding