Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

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“Welcome to my house!” Renee said with a playful lift of her chin. “If Mr. King doesn’t mind, you’re welcome to stay at my place for the night.”

Marcelo couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

He was well aware of his wife’s financial independence and wealth, but he hadn’t anticipated her owning such a splendid property in such a prime location.

His laughter, a rare and open expression on his usually reserved face, caught Renee off guard. Her heart momentarily raced before she quickly shifted her focus.

She busied herself with arranging the bouquet of red roses in a vase.

Outside, fireworks began to light up the night sky.

The New Year’s fireworks painted the sky in vivid hues, casting a festive glow over the room.

Renee beckoned Marcelo to the balcony, overlooking the bustling crowd in the square below, all admiring the fireworks.

She knew the scene below was a blend of chaos and excitement, a stark contrast to Marcelo preference for solitude.

Lost in the spectacle of the fireworks, Renee was unaware that Marcelo’s gaze was fixed on her.

Her profile, bathed in the fireworks‘ glow, seemed ethereally beautiful. Marcelo, no stranger to admiration for his own looks, saw an unparalleled beauty in Renee.

This woman, seemingly docile, was full of surprises, capable of stirring his heart in unexpected ways.

The events he had found mundane earlier now seemed different, all because of her presence.

Marcelo’s expression suddenly grew serious. “Did you spend New Year’s with Andrew before?”

Renee turned to him, puzzled. “Why would I do that? I’d rather use that time to prepare for my exams.”

Her past engagement to Andrew hadn’t included shared New Year celebrations.

Andrew had his social circle, and she had her studies. She had never wanted to spend her time on him.

Marcelo found some measure of satisfaction in Renee’s response.

Suddenly, Renee leaned forward, her elbow propped up, her chin resting on her hand. Her eyes sparkled slyly as she gazed at Marcelo, reminiscent of a playful fox.

“Marcelo, do you get jealous when Andrew is mentioned?” she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Marcelo, maintaining his stoic demeanor, retorted, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Is that so?” Her head tilted, her tone playful yet provocative. “I may not have spent New Year’s with Andrew, but I did spend it with someone else.”

His expression tightened, a hint of danger flickering in his eyes. “Who?”

His posture suggested he was ready to confront whoever it was.

“Why would I tell you if it doesn’t matter to you?” Renee countered.

Marcelo grumbled in displeasure, reaching out to pinch her chin, about to say something.

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Then, Renee shifted the conversation to a more serious note “Marcelo,are you in love with me?”

He paused, visibly caught off guard..

Her earnest gaze, filled with vulnerability, seemed to demand an honest answer.

in love with

had never really pondered

of the heart were often the concerns of the younger, more

still so young at

to ask

in love with

unsure whether it was from the fear of asking,

acutely aware that their marriage

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a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her earlobe. His gaze softened,

tender if he didn’t

the New Year countdown

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

Year’s bell chimed amidst

Dong! Dong! Dong!

face and leaning in to seal the moment with a

fireworks

in

answer

his,

ordinary. It

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the unexpected turn of events at Andrew’s grand celebration or Bar. The discussion was more intense than Renee’s

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them derived a sense

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Andrew of the King family is in the same boat! I may be a poorly graded student, but at least I don’t pretend to be something I’m not! I don’t just avoid pretense; I also don’t embarrass myself

elite families reveled in this turn

in the study, being beaten by his father, Gary, who was outraged

and this is how you repay me? You squandered five hundred million to become

“It’s your fault! You bastard!I took after that!If you were as smart as Marcelo’s father was, the King family business would already be

Gary, driven to the brink of fury, raised the stick

I ought to end

accusations had hit a nerve, pushing Gary to

around Gary, her voice filled with anxiety and sorrow. She pleaded, trying to quell Gary’s wrath, “Paul is

reputation, had consented to Marcelo’s removal from

structure.

also tarnished the family’s name and

KM Group and posing a threat to the King Group, Andrew’s failures were all the more

feared Paul’s disappointment in

C

gestured to Andrew, urging, “Apologize to your father,

though loath to submit, relied on Gary for financial

mumbled, “Sorry, Dad, I acted rashly. Please

then asked Andrew, “Do you know who

replied, puzzled by the sudden change in

information on the screen?” Gary

“No idea.”

“With your lack of awar can you ever compete

how

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taken aback, echoed,

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he had been inadvertently funding Marcelo all these years through his lavish spending on Dove Island

by this revelation, Andrew’s

day’s humiliation, becoming a citywide joke, enduring unbearable ridicule

Dove Island Bar. The source of Andrew’s information wasn’t hard to trace, likely coming from an insider at Crestmont