All Chapters of Secret Wife, Real Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

True merit shines through one's work.Renee’s recent styling of Ivan and Brandon catapulted her to overnight fame in fashion circles. Soon, top studios sought her for their male clients. Renee, however, declined, citing her ongoing collaboration with KM Group. She knew focusing solely on male styling could pigeonhole her career.On the first sunny weekend post-winter,Renee relaxed in a rocking chair by the French window, soaking in the warmth."Mrs. King, the Miguels are here for Mr. King,"Chad informed her.Renee, nearly dozing off, mumbled, "Inform Marcelo about it.""Mr. King’s in a meeting,"Chad replied.Realizing Chad’s implication, Renee sat up. She was being asked to host the Miguels.“Let them in." She sighed. Hosting wasn't her preference, but staying at Marcelo’s house meant lending a hand occasionally.Renee had the staff ready tea and snacks. Soon, she heard Chad ushering the guests."Mr. Miguel, Miss Miguel, please, this way. Mr. King is occupied,so..."Alyssa cut him off

*RENEE*I felt the tip of his manhood pushed slowly into the part of me that ached so hotly to be filled.I could see him trying so hard to be gentle.There was beads of sweat on his forehead.Feeling him pulling back a bit,I held his forearm,tightly.Even if I knew it was going to hurt,I just wanted to go through it already.“Are you okay?”He asked me.I nodded.”I want you.”“I know,this will hurt,okay?Just open up for me…it’s only going to hurt this first time.”Chest heaving,he kissed me on the forehead,on the cheeks and then I felt him pushed his way in.My fingers dug into his shoulders,my breath stilling in my lungs when the small pinch of pain slowly turned into a burn.My muscles tightened,resisting his invasion and despite myself,a whimper of pain escaped my lips.“I’m sorry,I’m sorry,Renee…I’m sorry,baby.”He whispered,fervently.“I…ahhh…”I whimpered.It felt so painful.He was so big.“Should I pull out?”He asked,his voice was strained and heavy.I weakly shook my head and murm

*RENEE*I had reached out to a media team that I knew and had the post taken down because I didn’t want to waste anymore time on it and have people slander me even more.As if who had made up that news and called me a home wrecker when I never wrecked any home,I’d deal with that person later.Still feeling the aftermath of a tiresome night,I just wanted to get some sleep.Suddenly,my phone beeped.I picked it up to see that it was a text from an unsaved number.“You don’t have to thank me.I only did it for my brother’s reputation.”I frowned.Who was this.I typed up a text.”Who are you?”The person didn’t reply and when I went online again and saw Damian’s statement as well as he answering people in the comment section,I realized that the text was from him.I also saw that my name had become the trending topic.Sighing,I felt too tired to deal with this right now.Plus,I didn’t want to believe that I owed Damian any gratitude.Afterall,he always hated me.He did say he only did this fo

"Don't you want to take a shower?"Marcelo asked after they had both calmed down.His demeanor was unusually patient and calm, a contrast to his usual temperament. He idly played with Renee’s hair, which was naturally sleek and undyed, unlike the heavily styled hair of other socialite women.Renee blinked, acknowledging her need for a shower, but felt too exhausted to move. She just wanted to sleep.Marcelo could only see the back of her head, but he seemed to be able to see through her mind. He got out of bed and walked around to her side.He glanced down at the woman who was sulking and asked, "Would you like to take a shower?" His appearance was impeccable, less aloof than usual, but still carrying an air of abstinence.Renee, after a brief glance, extended her arms towards him, her throat aching and unwilling to speak.The idea of a shower without having to walk was appealing.Though she initiated the embrace, she pretended to be reluctant.Marcelo noticed her reaction but kept his

The market was far from expansive. The ventures of the KM Group and the King Group often clashed, making them rivals in many business dealings.Upon hearing these words,Renee dashed out.She glared at Grandpa Paul who supported up by Andrew, with one hand gripping a cane, standing just outside the president's office conference room.Marcelo, seated in a wheelchair, was surrounded by a cluster of KM Group's top executives, who stood in silence, seemingly too stunned to speak.Evidently, they hadn't anticipated that their president would be the black sheep of the King family.“Why are you here?"Marcelo’s attention snapped to Renee almost immediately upon the elevator's opening.Her hair was disheveled, as if she had run all the way.Observing her high heels,his brow furrowed in concern.Why did she run in such shoes?Panting lightly,Renee explained, "I came to see what is going on."She pondered whether