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

Andrew to you?” Marcelo’s expression

he grabbed her

moment, Renee found herself seated

pressed against hers with a

became a blank canvas under his

“Hey! Mmm…”

returned to the present, remembering the driver in the

to encourage him. He pulled her closer, her waist against his, her entire

yielding to his

when breathing

eyes. They were swirling

for you,

her earlobe with his fingers from

feel ticklish, but she

driver focused on the road, seemingly oblivious to the passionate kissing happening in the back seat for over ten minutes. After two seconds, he pressed a button,

Renee was speechless.

she

Andrew. I just want to prove that I don’t spend others‘ money… I don’t spend anyone’s money but mine, including Sarah’s, “Renee explained as

comparing me to Sarah,

glanced at him with a puzzled look. She didn’t know what had

just making an analogy. You’re not

Renee’s explanation, Marcelo still

tension, Renee

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

Renee replied, “You are not other people. You are my

slightly, and his earlier

echoing in his

*My darling husband.*

Marcelo, providing detailed information about the events

unaware of the details when

her birthday on this day… No, it was yesterday,” Luke

of the Hudson family, was commemorating her birthday at the Venus Bar. The fact that

was her birthday

remained oblivious to it,

taken place yet. How dare Catherine

with Luke, Marcelo dialed

up?” Jason’s voice carried

“I have a

the entertainment circle, was the most suitable person to generate online discussions and

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station last night,”

followed on the

me at half–past three in the morning to ask me to stir up attention about Catherine? Is it worth for

Go back to

Catherine wasn’t

But Renée was.

with only a floor lamp illuminating the

right side of the oversized bed, a quilt bulged, indicating

she breathed softly

the light source

into bed,Marcelo covered himself and naturally embraced Renee. He gently

for Renee to warm her hands

leaned towards Marcelo in her

turning her around until her face was nestled

birthday, Mrs. King. Happy birthday, my Renee,”