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 into his

like she was a pawn in his game. “Fine. I’ll dance,”

a frosty smirk. “Mr.

room, mirroring the rhythm from

was clad in a long trench coat, wide–legged pants, and a black

outfit, she transformed the T–shirt into a cropped

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toss of her hair, her demeanor shifted from

slender waist and glowing skin were now

his throat. He reached for his champagne, taking

outside caught a glimpse of Renee in that moment,

a theager

edge of the French window, Renee could see the

up could easily see

and resentment, Renee internally berated

remembered something from the information he got on Renee, she was skilled

of Renee performing ballet in such a setting seemed

music began, Renee moved

and energetic, a display of lively jazz

swayed, she twisted her waist, lifted her chest,

movement was precise,

women dance, but none had caught his attention like

performance eclipsed any

Marcelo abruptly stood and grasped

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

his palm seeped through her skin, rendering her rigid

face to her

she were bare

yourself like this because

th hers.

in close, his

over his intense, dark eyes that sent a

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

socialite, capable of charming a crowd and maintaining

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

her demeanor faltered, a flush

If it doesn’t reach a hundred thousand because of you, will

huh? Rence?” His voice carried a subtle