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?”

said, Marcelo, I never used Drew’s money, even when we were

no different from Andrew to

she could explain, he grabbed her arm

moment, Renee found herself seated on his

air, pressed against hers with

blank canvas under his intense

“Hey! Mmm…”

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

resistance only seemed to encourage him. He pulled her closer,

herself yielding to

finally released her when breathing

They were swirling with desire and an emotion

you, not

with his fingers from time to

her to feel ticklish, but

in the back seat for over

Renee was speechless.

from pressing it, she could allow

prove that I don’t spend others‘ money… I don’t spend anyone’s money but mine, including Sarah’s,

to Sarah,

with a puzzled look. She didn’t

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

explanation, Marcelo still wore a long

ease the tension, Renee

Marcelo asked, “Aren’t you unwilling to spend other people’s money?” His

other

and his earlier displeasure disappeared upon hearing

kept echoing in his

*My darling husband.*

Luke called Marcelo, providing detailed information about the events

the details when

years, Mrs. King celebrated her birthday on this day… No, it

daughter of the Hudson family, was commemorating her

her birthday

it, completely

dare Catherine flaunt her own

call with Luke, Marcelo dialed

Jason’s voice carried traces of

stated, “I have a

most suitable person to generate online discussions

KM Group? Or the King

taken to the police station last night,” Marcelo revealed. “Luke will send you

seconds of silence followed on the other end of the

the morning to ask me to stir up attention about Catherine? Is it worth

Go back to sleep.” Marcelo ended the

Catherine wasn’t worth

But Renée was.

with only a floor

right side of the oversized bed,

breathed softly and

the light source and toward

himself and naturally embraced Renee.

it challenging for Renee to

leaned towards

turning her around until her face was nestled

birthday, Mrs. King. Happy