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.

realized Marcelo was about to leave, and she couldn't

to just show up for a short

felt a jolt of

manner, never really expecting Marcelo to decide to leave

a slap in

felt somewhat

smile crept onto Renee's lips as

of sight

a matter of hours that evening, their views on Renee had

fierce spirit! I've never witnessed such a classy

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 it, of course she'd be

Bar, when someone

Renee and Sarah stood up to a bunch

or I would've

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

*****

it was January, the winter nights grew

Renee

against the biting wind. Luckily, the car was not parked far away. Once she

hands in front

entering from the other side, took her

felt her hands, cold yet

the wheelchair, which had

palms now worked to bring

her heart melt at their clasped hands,

inside the car

say something, Marcelo beat

about we

fade in an instant,

pang of guilt and tried to pull her hand away, but Marcelo held on, as if he

looked like he was expecting her to conf something, which left

fes

at a loss

pause, she spoke, her voice uncertain. "I almost

you might be upset with me...for ruining

was a cold chuckle. "Mrs. King, at least

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

her mistake, Renee quickly changed her explanation. "I