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

reclined, his gaze on Renee like she was a pawn in his game. “Fine. I’ll dance,” She

her eyes had been replaced by a frosty

the room, mirroring the rhythm from

a long trench coat,

she transformed the T–shirt into a

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toss of her hair, her demeanor shifted from casual to cool

slender waist and glowing skin were now

a hint of dryness in his throat. He reached for his champagne, taking a sip as

glimpse of Renee in that moment, they would undoubtedly be

a

of the French window, Renee could see the entire hall

turn, anyone looking up could easily see

and resentment,

Renee, she was skilled

thought of Renee performing ballet in such

the jazz music began,

vibrant and energetic, a display of

she twisted her waist, lifted

was precise, natural,

had caught his attention like this woman. Her slender waist

performance eclipsed any he had

Marcelo

waist was delicate under his hand, causing Renee to freeze in shock, her breath halting as

through her skin, rendering her rigid and hesitant

traveled from her face to her

if she were bare and

you so desperate for attention that you’re willing to flaunt yourself like

th hers.

leaned in close, his

a shadow over his intense, dark eyes that sent a shiver

a forced smile. “Mr. King, your legs are clearly fine.

was the poise of a former top socialite, capable of charming a crowd

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

elder, her demeanor faltered, a

reach a hundred thousand because of you, will you. make it up?” Renee tried to

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