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?

giving you a minute to decide,” Marcelo

imposing presence intensified as he reclined, his gaze on Renee like she was a pawn in his game. “Fine. I’ll

been replaced by a frosty smirk. “Mr. King, if you’re indifferent to your

pulsating drumbeats filled the room, mirroring the rhythm from the

trench coat, wide–legged pants, and a

transformed the T–shirt into a

T23 BUNUS

toss of her hair, her demeanor shifted

waist and glowing

of dryness in his throat. He reached for

the crowd outside caught a glimpse of Renee in that moment, they would undoubtedly be

dollars… seemed a

the edge of the French window, Renee

looking up

resentment,

she was skilled in both musical

ballet in such a setting seemed almost ludicrous to

the jazz music began, Renee moved

energetic, a

her waist, lifted her chest,

movement was precise, natural,

seen many women dance, but none had caught his attention like this woman. Her slender waist moved rhythmically, her movements

performance eclipsed any he

struck her final pose, Marcelo abruptly stood and grasped

waist was delicate under his hand, causing Renee to freeze in

of his palm seeped through her skin, rendering her rigid and hesitant

from her face to her neck,

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

flaunt yourself like this because

th hers.

close,

shadow over his intense, dark eyes that sent a

your legs are clearly fine. How could you fail to satisfy me?

the poise of a former top socialite, capable of charming a crowd and maintaining

my mother be thrilled to see the elegance of her daughter–in–law?” Marcelo’s words hinted

her demeanor faltered, a flush of embarrassment coloring her

doesn’t reach a hundred thousand because of you, will you. make it up?” Renee tried to push him away, but her strength

you’ll leave with anyone who can meet the price, huh? Rence?” His voice carried a subtle