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 said as he settled back

reclined, his gaze on Renee like she was a pawn in

her eyes had been replaced by a frosty smirk.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

filled the room, mirroring the rhythm from the dance floor

in a long trench coat,

T–shirt into a

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a casual toss of her hair, her demeanor shifted

slender waist and glowing skin were now

of dryness in his throat. He reached for his champagne, taking a sip as his Adam’s

of Renee in that moment, they would

a theager sum

the edge of the French window, Renee

up could easily

and resentment, Renee

was skilled

performing ballet in such a setting

as the jazz music began,

energetic,

twisted her waist,

was precise, natural,

like this woman. Her slender

eclipsed any he had

struck her final pose, Marcelo abruptly stood and grasped

hand, causing Renee to freeze in shock, her breath halting as she

seeped through her skin, rendering her rigid

traveled from her face

if she were bare and completely exposed under his

you’re willing to flaunt yourself like this because I fail to satisfy you?

th hers.

leaned in close, his breath mingling

casting a shadow over his

Renee, regaining her composure, me his gaze with a forced smile. “Mr. King, your legs are clearly fine. How could you fail to satisfy me? I pride

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

thrilled to see the elegance of her

respected elder, her demeanor faltered, a flush of

King, you’re interfering with the bidding. If it doesn’t reach a hundred thousand because of you, will you. make it up?” Renee tried to

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