Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 183

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“Marvin, I appreciate you saving me, but…” Sarah paused, searching for the right words. “You know, it’s usually just family or romantic partners who live together. And, you can’t just go around kissing me as you please. Surely, you’re aware of this, right?”

“Would you rather have me as your spouse or partner?” Marvin asked. The memory of Marcelo’s taunt from last night echoed in

his mind.

Firmly holding Sarah’s hand, he declared, “I’m going to marry you, Sarah.”

Sarah stood there, speechless.

The sight of a charming, confident man proposing was something many dream of.

Since she was young, Sarah had imagined a man sincerely asking her, “Sarah, will you marry me?”

But the man she pictured wasn’t Marvin.

Acting on impulse, she questioned, “Marvin, do you like me?”

“Yes, I like you,” Marvin responded without a second thought.

Sarah’s heart fluttered.

She had heard the word “like” numerous times.

But it always ended up meaning nothing.

“I’m sorry,” she said, gently removing Marvin’s hand. “Marvin, since you’ve recovered, you’ve become overly reliant on me. This ‘liking‘ you’re feeling, it’s just your mind playing tricks. I can’t accept that.”

Marvin frowned, clearly unhappy..

She doubted his words.

“Do you have feelings for someone else?” he speculated.

It seemed clear to him who this other person might be.

“No,” she replied firmly. Speaking of Quincy, Sarah remained composed. “Quincy’s with Alma now. He and I are nothing more than acquaintances.”

As Sarah looked at Marvin, she felt a sense of liberation from her past ties with Quincy.

For two years, she had seemed indifferent, yet she carried deep–seated emotions about their history.

Her love for Quincy was real, but it ended in her family’s downfall and her father’s death.

Hearing Marvin talk about marriage now struck her as somewhat ironic.

Sarah understood that the promises made in youth don’t always hold true.

Love and marriage could not be as valuable as they appear, just like Marvin confidently proposing and professing his love.

Sarah gave a small smile. “Marvin, be careful with your words. Don’t tell women you like them so easily, and certainly don’t rush into promises of marriage. It can cause confusion.”

Marvin’s hand tensed behind him, out of Sarah’s sight.

“By the way, was there a Pagani here last night?” She asked with a hint of intent.

Marvin, visibly irritated, hesitated at first.

Then, he reluctantly admitted, “Marcelo was here.”

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Sarah was taken aback. It was really Marcelo!

Who would’ve guessed that the “two handsome guys” students were talking about were Marvin and Marcelo!

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Marcelo had left a little while ago, heading for the airport.

He’d parked in the airport parking lot for about ten minutes when a man opened the passenger door.

This man was stylishly dressed, with gold–rimmed glasses, exuding a blend of elegance and subtlety.

He beamed, “Mr. King, it’s a privilege to be picked up by you after my trip abroad!”

“Enough with the compliments,” Marcelo replied impatiently.

Levy Sanders gave a small laugh and handed Marcelo a brown paper bag. “Here’s the information you requested.” “About Renee’s background? Already?” Marcelo was surprised. He quickly opened the file, his anticipation evident. He’d been eagerly waiting for this!

“No,” Levy responded to Marcelo. “Well, I haven’t found information on your wife, but I did discover something about Naomi.” Marcelo squinted, delving into the file’s contents with a furrowed brow.

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Levy explained, “Someone has been secretly reaching out to Naomi, providing her with money, for the past fifteen years. Marcelo, take a look at page three. At seven, Renee, battered by Grace, fell seriously ill. Naomi, her savior, whisked private hospital in the dead of night. Oddly, no medical expenses surfaced in Naomi’s records. Renee’s primary do reserved for intricate cases, made an exception. Furthermore, the scar removal medicine used was nowhere to be found in the country at that time, making it a seemingly impossible acquisition for Naomi.” Pausing for a moment, Levy declared, “And this is just the tip of the suspicious iceberg.”

Marcelo swiftly perused the information, aligning with Levy’s conclusions.

“Naomi’s got a benefactor.” Marcelo queried, “Any luck tracing the mysterious contact?”

“Not there yet, but the search is ongoing,” Levy assured.

Marcelo completed reading the file, yet his gaze lingered on specific words printed on the paper, lost in contemplation.

At seven, battered by Grace, Renee endured a feverish hospitalization.

At nine, she was made to kneel on cobblestones for the entire night as punishment for not taking good care of her brother. Following that, she struggled to walk for three days.

Back then, she clinched over a hundred grand in various competitions, only to find Rocco’s pocket as the final destination for her winnings.

At ten, caught in a torrential downpour just outside her door, she succumbed to a high fever.

At eleven, she was unable to attend the exam due

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illness and experienced mistreatment from Grace.

At fourteen, she won the international golden prize in a teen violin competition, only to be compelled to abandon the violin the same year.

Marcelo had always been aware that Renee’s childhood was challenging, but it was only after reading these words that he truly comprehended the full extent of her hardship.

Aching with a longing to see her, his heart stirred.

The desire to embrace her and bestow on her the love and care shed missed out on consumed him.

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Renee found herself leading a class on “Image Design and Aesthetics” for junior students in her field as an elective.

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