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?

you a minute to decide,” Marcelo said as he settled back

intensified as he reclined, his gaze on Renee like she was a pawn

her eyes had been replaced by a frosty smirk.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

the room, mirroring the rhythm from the dance

in a long trench

adjusting her outfit, she transformed the T–shirt into a cropped top, exposing her

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casual toss of her hair, her

glowing skin were now on

his eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of dryness in his throat. He reached for his champagne, taking a sip

Renee in that moment, they would undoubtedly be

hundred thousand dollars… seemed a theager

French window, Renee could see

up could easily

resentment, Renee

skilled in both musical instruments and ballet, a standout talent among her

thought of Renee performing ballet in such a setting seemed almost

the jazz music began, Renee

and energetic, a display

swayed, she twisted her waist, lifted her

was precise, natural,

his attention like this woman. Her slender waist moved rhythmically, her movements flirtatious

any he had

Renee struck her final pose, Marcelo abruptly stood

to freeze in

his palm seeped through her skin, rendering

gaze traveled from her face

she were

to flaunt yourself like this because I

th hers.

leaned in close, his breath mingling

casting a shadow over his intense, dark eyes that

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

of a former top socialite, capable of charming

mother be thrilled to see the elegance of her

Renee’s respected elder, her demeanor faltered, a flush of embarrassment coloring

because of you, will you. make it up?”

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