All Chapters of Secret Wife, Real Billionaire: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Meanwhile, Renee was in bed, restless.That afternoon in the car, she had taken pleasure in riling Marcelo up.Yet, their argument did nothing to resolve the issue at hand.Her mind then wandered to Nana’s situation.Nana had lured her back under the guise of celebrating her birthday, using her birthday wish to coerce her into helping Catherine. This complication was far from resolved.From the master bedroom's French windows, she could see into the study.Lost in thought, Renee noticed the light suddenly go out.Instinctively, she curled up, feigning sleep.But she realized; pretending to sleep never fooled Marcelo.The bedroom door opened softly.As she expected, Marcelo approached the bed and sat down, asking, "Fancy some milk tea?"Renee felt bewildered.Why would he offer that?Surprised, she opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at Marcelo in confusion.Unaware, the blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing her see-through nightdress.He could see her beautiful boobs,his mouth

The news caught Renee off guard, leaving her with no time to prepare. By the time she finished her work, the clock had almost struck five in the afternoon.Renee pressed the elevator button, signaling her ascent to the thirty-eighth floor.To her surprise, as the elevator doors glided open, Marcelo emerged in a wheelchair.He seemed taken aback as Renee approached him willingly."Planning to join Harvillston?" he inquired.Renee, momentarily shocked, had almost forgotten about it. "No, I came to ask if you're attending a welcome party tonight."Marcelo’s tongue brushed against the back of his teeth, a clear sign of his displeasure with Renee’s persistent refusal to join his company.He desired to have Renee under his watchful eye all the time, the most comforting approach for him.Renee approached Marcelo with her chin slightly lifted, her radiant face adorned with a subtle coquettish charm."I would like to attend Miss Lambert's welcome party as well. Would you mind having me as your

Vivian staggered back two steps before she was able to stop herself. Eyes wide, she stared at Marcelo in disbelief, her mind a confused mess."I... I..."After a long time, she finally managed a weak, unconvincing smile. "I know…The other day, I heard Luke call her Mrs. King."Uttering these words was exceptionally challenging for her.Vivian couldn't accept the fact that another woman had already become Marcelo’s wife, a position she had longed for and fantasized about for years!She clasped her hands in front of her. When she looked at him again, she was calm, the true picture of composure.However, one look at her white, tightly clenched fingers made it clear she was anything but."Marcelo, you...When did you get together with her? Why didn't I hear anything of it?Renee Hudson has been famous since she was a child. Why didn't you have feelings for her...""I don’t need to explain anything about my marriage to you.Renee and I are married and I intend to be with her for the rest of m

With a detached smile,Renee resumed the game.The crowd's eyes turned to her, expecting to see anger or sadness, maybe even jealousy. But her expression showed none of these emotions, leaving them somewhat disappointed. Then something odd happened.Ever since Marcelo started advising Vivian, Renee, who had been on a winning streak, began to lose. And she was only losing to Vivian. It was almost as if she was deliberately playing into Vivian’s hands, sending her chips her way.“Miss Hudson seems to have run out of luck," someone commented.Vivian, clearly pleased, surveyed the chips she had won from Renee. "I win again," she declared.“Miss, you're running low on chips," the chip attendant reminded Renee.Everyone at the table watched Renee, almost gloating, waiting for her to show embarrassment at not having enough money.But Renee, under their watchful gaze, did something unexpected. She reached out her right hand towards Marcelo and tilted her chin up slightly. "Mr. King, I'm out of

Marcelo, however, remained stoic, feigning sleep as he leaned back. Secretly, he was acutely aware of every single touch and he tried his best to act unaffected.Renee, in her mind, didn't think she was entirely wrong for leaving without consulting Marcelo. Firstly, her hasty exit was understandable given her mood. Secondly, she pondered that Marcelo might have preferred her to leave so he could stay longer at Vivian’s party.The real issue was her abrupt return, awkwardly asking if he was leaving as well.Had he chosen to stay, perhaps she would be the one upset now.But Marcelo’s immediate departure, souring Vivian’s mood,really pleased Renee. Happy with this outcome, she felt inclined to placate him.As the Phantom rolled to a stop at the main porch of the house, Marcelo exited the car first, with Renee following closely behind.The servants had already opened the door, awaiting the arrival of their master and his wife. "Marcelo, wait!" Renee called out.As Marcelo was about to ste