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?

a minute to decide,” Marcelo said as

as he reclined, his gaze on Renee like she was

in her eyes had been replaced by a frosty smirk.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

drumbeats filled the room, mirroring

trench coat, wide–legged pants, and a

she transformed the T–shirt into a cropped top,

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a casual toss of her hair, her demeanor shifted from casual

glowing skin were

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

the crowd outside caught a glimpse of Renee in that

seemed a theager

the French window, Renee could see the entire hall

turn, anyone looking up could

humiliation and resentment, Renee internally

he got on Renee, she was skilled in both musical instruments and

thought of Renee performing ballet in such

the jazz music began,

vibrant and energetic, a display of lively

swayed, she twisted her waist, lifted

movement was precise, natural,

like this woman.

eclipsed any he had witnessed

Marcelo abruptly stood

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

of his palm seeped through her

from her face to her neck,

her intensely uncomfortable, as if she were bare and

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

th hers.

close, his

over his intense, dark eyes that sent

“Mr. King, your legs are clearly fine. How could

socialite, capable of

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

faltered, a flush of embarrassment coloring her

because of you, will you. make it

huh? Rence?” His voice carried a subtle note of