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.

also planning to leave?" Vivian realized Marcelo was

was to just show

felt a jolt

a casual manner, never really

like a slap in the

it felt somewhat

lips as she took the lead in

wasn't until Renee and Marcelo were completely out of sight

evening,

got a fierce spirit! I've never witnessed

confused. "Renee and Sarah have been tight since they were kids. With Alma bad-mouthing Sarah, and some guy named Quincy mixed up

at Venus Bar, when someone spoke ill

That incident at Venus Bar actually happened? Renee and Sarah stood

didn't intervene, or I

told me Renee was all gentle and virtuous? Marrying her would be

*****

it was January, the winter nights

Renee

help but draw her neck in against the biting wind. Luckily, the car was not parked far away. Once she climbed inside, the warmth within the car enveloped her providing much-needed

in front

the other

her hands,

instantly regretted making Renee push the wheelchair, which had made her hands

warm palms now worked to bring back the heat to

felt her heart melt at their clasped

car was cozy

as Renee was about to say something, Marcelo beat

upset. "How about we discuss the matter

them seemed to fade in an instant,

her hand away, but Marcelo held on, as if he was holding onto proof of

Marcelo's steady gaze. He looked like he was

fes

at a loss

a brief pause, she spoke, her voice uncertain. "I almost left because

you might be upset with me...for ruining

a cold chuckle. "Mrs. King, at

he been truly upset with her, wouldn't he have allowed

explanation. "I thought you wanted