Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Vivian hurried over to Alma's side, not ready to let Renee off easily.

She hissed, "Miss Hudson! This whole thing involves Alma, Miss Curtis, and Quincy. Isn't it inappropriate for you to interfere? You were pretty tough on Alma just now. Don't you owe her an apology?"

Renee couldn't suppress a chuckle at Vivian's indignant tone.

Even with her sarcastic edge, her beauty was undeniable.

"You're wrong about one thing, Miss Lambert. Sarah and Quincy have nothing to do with each other right now." She paused, then added, "And as for apologizing? I've made my move. Do you really think I plan to say sorry?"

"Renee, you are going too far!" Alma snapped back, her face turning red with anger.

She felt braver now that the immediate threat was gone.

"Miss Watts, I was talking to Miss Lambert. Isn't it inappropriate for you to interfere?" Renee threw Vivian's own words back at Alma before turning to Vivian. "What do you think, Miss Lambert?"

Alma was at a loss for words.

Vivian nervously bit her lip and gripped her dress, trying hard to stay calm.

"I really hope everyone's having a good time at the party," Renee announced, waving her hand. Her arrival and exit were both unexpected.

The room fell silent.

Who could actually have fun after witnessing that?

Renee started to walk away but suddenly felt like she was missing something.

Then, it hit her, and she stopped dead in her tracks.

She turned and saw Marcelo in his wheelchair, looking at her with no expression.

His eyes seemed to question, "Did you forget me?"

She had totally forgotten about him!

Embarrassed and guilty, Renee walked back to him awkwardly.

She asked cautiously, "Are you...heading home now?"

Marcelo stared at Renee coldly for a few seconds before looking away.

He called the manager of Dove Island over and told that person to make sure everything remains calm at the bar even in his absence.

Marcelo was about to leave, and she couldn't

to just show up for a

felt a jolt

a casual manner, never really expecting Marcelo to decide to leave

not like a slap in the face for

it felt

a small smile crept onto Renee's lips as she took the lead in pushing

were completely out of sight

matter of hours that evening, their views on Renee had

never witnessed such a classy yet forceful

did Renee get so mad all of a sudden?" Someone seemed confused. "Renee and Sarah have been tight since they were kids. With Alma bad-mouthing Sarah, and some guy named Quincy mixed up in

remember now! Back at Venus Bar, when someone spoke ill of

Bar actually happened? Renee

lucky I didn't intervene, or I

all gentle and virtuous? Marrying her would be like signing up

*****

it was January, the winter

Renee

her neck in against the biting wind. Luckily, the car was not parked far

in

Marcelo, entering from the other

her hands, cold yet

the wheelchair, which had made her hands

worked to bring back the heat to

melt at their clasped hands, her

car was cozy and

was about to say something, Marcelo beat

cool tone, sounding almost upset. "How about we discuss

seemed to fade in an instant, leaving Renee at a loss

pull her hand away, but Marcelo held on,

steady gaze. He looked like he was expecting her to

fes

a loss for

her

might be upset

a cold chuckle. "Mrs. King, at least

Had he been truly upset with her, wouldn't he have allowed those young men to step

explanation. "I thought you wanted to stay