All Chapters of Secret Wife, Real Billionaire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"There's a variety of things to do. You could go to a concert with a huge crowd, visit amusement parks for fireworks, or head downtown to hear the New Year bells.Bars have countdown events too."Marcelo considered Luke’s suggestions.Why would anyone enjoy being in a huge crowd at a concert?Weren't fireworks seen on occasions other than New Year's?What's the big deal about bell ringing? It's merely a mechanical sound.Wasn't visiting bars just an everyday thing?Those suggestions were truly unexciting.Luke could easily read the lack of interest on Marcelo’s face, which didn't surprise him.He was about to exit the office.Just as he reached the door, he was called back.Marcelo announced, "Let anyone with important issues come to me now. I'm leaving in three hours."Luke was stunned. "Oh? Understood!"They were leaving early at the year's end?They were not finalizing the annual accounts?Could Marcelo be planning to celebrate New Year's Eve?This idea surprised Luke. When he share

Unfortunately for him, Andrew was too enraged to listen to reason. The only thing that registered to him was that the DJ was making excuses. Without another thought, Andrew pulled back his fist and landed a punch on the poor DJ's face. The sound of the impact was further amplified by the numerous microphones installed in the booth, and it echoed around the hall. There was a collective gasp from the guests as they stared over in horror.“What the fuck? Why is he hitting an innocent person?!"“A pathetic attempt to cover his humiliation, no doubt."“With the way he's acting, I'm inclined to believe that everything is true."At this point, the slide show had finished, but it started back from the beginning almost immediately. It seemed that whoever was behind it wanted to ensure that everyone got a good look at every single detail.“Catherine, what's going on?" A guest sidled up next to Catherine and spoke to her in a hushed voice. "Are those accusations true?"Her face was pale as a she

Come on! Hanging a painting worth hundreds of millions here was not appropriate.She was secretly worried about the risk of theft with such expensive art.“What kind of paintings do you prefer?"Marcelo thought for a moment and then offered, "I have more paintings in my warehouse."He was indicating his readiness to give anything to Renee.Warehouse...Why did he link this word to the collection?It was challenging for Renee to convince him not to move more valuables to her apartment, which was less secure than his warehouse.They then went back to his houseUpon entering the house, they sensed an odd tension.Chad subtly hinted to Marcelo that Ivan had been waiting all night.Renee noticed Ivan’s displeased look in the living room, surrounded by his favorite snacks, seemingly wanting to share them with her.She found herself at a loss for words.Why did she carry this guilt, like leaving a child home alone during the holidays?“Ivan, what's on your mind?"Renee asked, fighting back her

At night, as Marcelo reclined on the bed, the woman lying next to him abruptly shifted and reached out to touch his thigh under the warm blanket.A shiver ran through his body, his muscles instinctively tensing. He looked up and saw Renee’s eyes gazing intensely at him.Her eyes were full of heartache and pity.His arousal suddenly withered."Are you tired of pretending to be disabled?" Renee asked softly."What?" Marcelo raised his eyebrows slightly.Why did she ask this question out of the blue?Renee repeated, "Are you tired of pretending to be disabled?"Ever since Marcelo started pretending to be disabled, his quality of life drastically declined. For nearly ten years, countless people ridiculed him constantly for being unable to walk. Enduring such emotional distress was not something an average person could handle.What normal person didn't want to run in the sun when they were young?“Renee, ar

Renee wandered aimlessly on the street, engulfed by the impact of Naomi’s recent actions and words.The accumulated pain evolved into a state of depression, a heavy burden on her chest, impeding her breathing.Abruptly, Renee yearned to be with Marcelo.Retrieving her phone, she scrolled to his contact.Renee hesitated over her decision to call him.She feared she might interrupt his work.Feeling down and not wanting to go home, she chose to visit Venus Bar instead.Realizing it had been a while since she saw Sarah, she rang her to see if Sarah would like to meet at Venus Bar.“Sure, I'll be there soon."Sarah’s voice sounded tired and troubled, as though she had gone through a tough time.*******************************************An hour passed.The door to the private room swung open."Sarah, I..."Renee stopped mid-sentence when she saw the tall man entering alongside Sarah.