Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 44 Team of professionals

Although unsure of Marcelo’s intentions, Renee sensed it wasn’t going to be favorable at all.

Below, music played, and people danced wildly, their movements uninhibited.

Some were drinking and dancing, others were intimately ertwined.

It was a scene of decadence.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Dance by that window. If you raise one hundred thousand dollars in bids, I’ll persuade Wyatt for you.”

The Dove Island Club hosted a competition for female dancers every Saturday night, with the most popular dancer receiving a bonus.

In this world, popularity often equated to financial gain, especially amongst the wealthy.

“Marcelo, you want your woman to dance for others‘ amusement?” Renee was incredulous..

Marcelo clarified, “Mrs. King, you are just my nominal wife not my woman.

Being his nominal wife and being his woman were distinctly different. The former could be a mere title, while the latter implied intimacy with him.

Marcelo stood, lifting her Renee’s chin. His voice was low and cold. “Can I even call you my woman, Renee?Do you think you can really be my woman?You can be anyone’s woman as it is and I don’t want someone as easy as you.‘

“You…you’re going too far.” Renee’s face reddened with anger as she huffed.

Had it not been for her self–control, she might have struck him.

Marcelo coolly reminded her, “Mrs. King, remember, you came here asking for a favor.”

He disliked losing control, and now, dictating Renee’s actions brought him a twisted sense of satisfaction.

He was curious, almost eager, to see how she would react.

On their wedding night, she braved a storm.

At Venus Bar, she had impressed him.

And what about now?

What would she do? What could she do?

to decide,” Marcelo said as

on Renee like she was a pawn in his game. “Fine.

replaced by a frosty smirk. “Mr. King, if you’re indifferent to your wife’s conduct, then why

pulsating drumbeats filled the room, mirroring

clad in a long trench

T–shirt into a cropped top,

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her hair, her demeanor shifted from

waist and glowing skin

dryness in his throat. He reached for his champagne, taking a sip as his

caught a glimpse of Renee

thousand dollars… seemed a theager

edge of the French window, Renee

anyone looking up could

and resentment, Renee internally

skilled in both musical instruments and ballet, a standout

thought of Renee performing ballet in such a

as the jazz music began, Renee

energetic,

she twisted her waist,

movement was precise, natural,

dance, but none had caught his attention like this

any he

final pose, Marcelo abruptly stood and grasped her

causing Renee to freeze in shock, her breath

her skin, rendering her rigid and

her face to her neck,

her intensely uncomfortable, as if she were bare and completely exposed under

desperate for attention that you’re willing to flaunt yourself like this because I

th hers.

in close, his breath

his intense,

gaze with a forced smile. “Mr. King, your legs are

was the poise of a former top socialite, capable of charming a crowd

to see the elegance of her daughter–in–law?” Marcelo’s words hinted at

faltered, a flush

with the bidding. If it doesn’t reach a hundred thousand because of you, will you. make it

with anyone who can meet the price, huh? Rence?” His voice carried a subtle note of danger and