Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

My darling husband

The driver maintained a facade of obliviousness, driving the Maybach smoothly towards Marcelo’s house.

After about ten minutes of silence, Renee began, “I… Well, there’s no real issue with Harry managing both the Venus Bar and our milk tea shop.”

Marcelo’s chuckle was low and brief, so fleeting that Renee thought she might have imagined it.

Just as she was about to question what amused him, his fingertips brushed her chin lightly, like one would playfully stroke a cat.

“You little liar,” he teased. “Keep making up stories.”

Renee, puzzled by being called a liar, hesitated several times before speaking. She couldn’t find the right words to defend herself.

Marcelo spoke slowly. “You visit the Venue Bar at least three times a month: during the beginning, middle, and end of the month. Yet, regulars barely see you there, suggesting you have a private room. But the Venus Bar doesn’t offer exclusive personal rooms.”

In the Venus Bar, there was no such thing as a private room exclusively for personal use, except for Sarah and Renee, if they were indeed the owners.

Renee didn’t expect that Marcelo was still investigating the Venus Bar.

Given these circumstances, her efforts to hide the truth seemed futile.

“Fine,Sarah and I own the Venus Bar. That foundation is merely a front for funds we’re involved with because we prefer anonymity. So, don’t bother trying to confront me with claims of you buying the bar for me, “Renee said, seemingly ready to abandon caution.

Marcelo raised an eyebrow.

She realized he had been testing her previously.

He always found intelligent women more appealing.

Renee had even taken care to distance herself from the Rich Private Foundation.

The Rich Private Foundation, with its global investment ventures, was a formidable entity. Some speculated that it was a mere investment tool for international businessmen.

Yet, it couldn’t be discounted that the foundation served as a front for something else.

“What are you staring at?” Renee asked, feeling somewhat embarrassed as Marcelo remained silent. Her embarrassment only seemed to bolster her resolve. “We’re just trying to earn some money, okay?We didn’t expect the bar to blow up like that and we, especially me didn’t want people to know, I don’t want to be popular as the owner of the Venus Bar, I’m not ashamed of owning it, I just want to be popular for my talents instead.”

Marcelo recalled the Venus Bar’s substantial monthly revenue and profits. Yet, Renee didn’t display the extravagance typical of those with a million–dollar monthly allowance.

Without probing into her expenditures, Marcelo inquired, “Is the money you get from that far enough?”

Renee expected him to accuse her of deception, but instead, he was concerned about her finances. “It’s adequate,” she replied. Her lab expenses were high, so she didn’t live extravagantly.

“You haven’t used the supplementary card I gave you,” He noted. Usage of the supplementary card, linked to his

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primary card, would notify him.

Renee remembered using his card to scratch off an anti–counterfeiting code.

But she was savvy enough not to disclose this to him.

“I… I’m not comfortable spending someone else’s money.‘

This reference to ‘someone else‘ visibly unsettled Marcelo.

His discomfort was evident as he frowned.

“Isn’t it normal to use your husband’s money?” he asked, his tone light but with an underlying chill. “Or do you simply not want to use mine?”

hand–stitched seats, then said, Marcelo, I never used Drew’s money, even when

different from Andrew to you?” Marcelo’s

explain, he grabbed her arm and pulled her

a moment, Renee found

pressed against hers

blank canvas under

“Hey! Mmm…”

suddenly returned to the present, remembering the driver in the front seat. Instinctively,

pulled her closer, her waist against

found herself yielding

breathing became a

looked into his dark eyes. They were swirling with desire and an

for you, not Andrew, not any

tweaked her earlobe with his fingers from time to

her to feel ticklish,

in the back seat for over ten minutes. After two seconds, he pressed a

Renee was speechless.

it, she could allow herself

don’t spend others‘ money… I don’t spend anyone’s money but mine, including Sarah’s, “Renee explained as Marcelo’s expression

comparing me to Sarah, “Marcelo

with a puzzled look. She didn’t know what

not what I mean. I’m just making an analogy. You’re not the

Renee’s explanation, Marcelo still wore a long

ease the tension, Renee teased, “I’ll use

spend other

replied, “You are not other

his earlier displeasure disappeared upon hearing those

kept echoing in

*My darling husband.*

Luke called Marcelo, providing detailed information

was unaware of the details when he was

this day… No,

in the city were aware that Catherine, the daughter of the Hudson family, was commemorating her birthday at the Venus Bar. The fact that

was her birthday

to it, completely

wife’s birthday celebration hadn’t taken place yet. How dare Catherine flaunt her own birthday

Luke, Marcelo dialed

what’s up?” Jason’s voice carried traces of

“I have a

heavyweight in the entertainment circle, was the most suitable person to generate online discussions and shape public

KM Group? Or

to the police station last night,” Marcelo revealed.

silence followed on

to ask me to

to sleep.” Marcelo ended

Catherine wasn’t

But Renée was.

returned to the master bedroom from the study with only a floor lamp illuminating the room.

the oversized bed, a quilt bulged, indicating

she breathed softly and

with her back to the light

naturally embraced Renee. He gently touched

challenging for Renee to warm

leaned towards

turning her around until her face

Happy birthday,