Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

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“Marvin, I appreciate you saving me, but…” Sarah paused, searching for the right words. “You know, it’s usually just family or romantic partners who live together. And, you can’t just go around kissing me as you please. Surely, you’re aware of this, right?”

“Would you rather have me as your spouse or partner?” Marvin asked. The memory of Marcelo’s taunt from last night echoed in

his mind.

Firmly holding Sarah’s hand, he declared, “I’m going to marry you, Sarah.”

Sarah stood there, speechless.

The sight of a charming, confident man proposing was something many dream of.

Since she was young, Sarah had imagined a man sincerely asking her, “Sarah, will you marry me?”

But the man she pictured wasn’t Marvin.

Acting on impulse, she questioned, “Marvin, do you like me?”

“Yes, I like you,” Marvin responded without a second thought.

Sarah’s heart fluttered.

She had heard the word “like” numerous times.

But it always ended up meaning nothing.

“I’m sorry,” she said, gently removing Marvin’s hand. “Marvin, since you’ve recovered, you’ve become overly reliant on me. This ‘liking‘ you’re feeling, it’s just your mind playing tricks. I can’t accept that.”

Marvin frowned, clearly unhappy..

She doubted his words.

“Do you have feelings for someone else?” he speculated.

It seemed clear to him who this other person might be.

“No,” she replied firmly. Speaking of Quincy, Sarah remained composed. “Quincy’s with Alma now. He and I are nothing more than acquaintances.”

As Sarah looked at Marvin, she felt a sense of liberation from her past ties with Quincy.

yet she

it ended in her family’s downfall and her

marriage now struck

understood that the promises made in youth don’t

could not be as valuable as they appear, just like Marvin confidently proposing and

be careful with your words. Don’t tell women you like them so easily, and certainly don’t rush into promises of marriage.

hand tensed behind him, out of

a Pagani here last night?” She asked with a hint

irritated, hesitated

reluctantly admitted, “Marcelo was

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was taken aback.

guessed that the “two handsome guys”

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while ago,

parking lot for about ten minutes when a man opened

glasses, exuding a blend of

beamed, “Mr. King, it’s a privilege to be picked up by

with the compliments,”

Renee’s background? Already?” Marcelo was surprised. He quickly opened the file, his anticipation

did discover something about Naomi.” Marcelo squinted,

away to a

., usually

take a look at page three. At seven, Renee, battered by Grace, fell seriously ill. Naomi, her savior, whisked private hospital in the dead of night. Oddly, no medical expenses surfaced in Naomi’s records. Renee’s primary do reserved for intricate cases, made an exception. Furthermore, the scar removal medicine used was nowhere to be found in the country at that time, making it a seemingly impossible acquisition for Naomi.” Pausing for a moment, Levy

the information, aligning with

queried, “Any luck

yet, but the search

lingered on specific words printed

seven, battered by Grace,

for not taking good care of her brother. Following

she clinched over a hundred grand in various competitions, only to find Rocco’s pocket as the final

in a torrential downpour just outside her door, she succumbed to

was unable to attend the

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and experienced mistreatment

in a teen violin competition, only to be

had always been aware that Renee’s childhood was challenging, but it was only after reading these words that he truly comprehended the full

longing to see