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

really pondered this

were often the concerns of

wife, still so young

wanted to ask her

she in love

fear of

aware that their

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

if he didn’t

Year countdown began from the square

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

New Year’s bell chimed amidst the

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Year, my Renee, “Marcelo whispered, cradling her face and leaning in to seal the moment

a spectacular fireworks

in love with

the answer was

was his, after

New Year’s Eve was far from ordinary. It was alive with gossip and

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Andrew’s grand celebration or Bar. The discussion was more intense than Renee’s dramatic change from a top socialite

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of them derived a sense of schadenfreude from Andrew’s

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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;

in this turn of events, all

dire situation. He knelt in the study, being beaten by his

five hundred million to become a laughingstock. What stupid act have you committed now?

“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 mine.

you!” Gary, driven to the brink of fury, raised the stick

ought

a nerve, pushing Gary to his

implored as she wrapped her arms around

always valued the family’s reputation, had consented to Marcelo’s removal from the family’s

structure.

tarnished the family’s name and

all the more glaring. His academic dishonesty, lackluster performance in competitions, and penchant for bragging had all come to

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urging, “Apologize

though loath to submit, relied on Gary for

Dad, I acted rashly.

anger somewhat abated and lowered the stick. He then asked Andrew, “Do you know who

replied, puzzled by the sudden change in

put that information on the screen?” Gary prodded

“No idea.”

was Marcelo!” Gary’s frustration with Andrew’s ignorance was palpable. “With your lack of

how

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aback, echoed,

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Marcelo all these years through his lavish spending on Dove

Andrew’s shock quickly turned

humiliation, becoming a citywide joke, enduring unbearable ridicule – it was

Dove Island Bar. The source of Andrew’s information wasn’t hard to trace, likely coming from an insider at Crestmont University or the King family, as they had access to