Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

*MARCELO

I was a light slowper, the tiniest bit of noise woke me up.

I had barely shut my eyes that night when I was walkened by footsteps.

Topened my eyes to see Henre healing for the bathroom.

My eyes remained open until she came out.

It seemed as if she was barely awake because I was surprised when she slid into bed next to me.

Isa sharply as her scent reveloped me She slept so soundly next to me,ber peace seemingly unbreakable.

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How could she sleep so peacefully while my own peace was beling shattered by her.

Not Lar

I laid back on the bed and tried to wake her up.

It wasn’t fair that I was the only one who couldn’t sleep.

With that, called out “Rence.”

She didn’t stir.

My voice grew louder.“en”

Instead of answering me she nestled deeper into the pillow.

Was she such a deep sleeper?

My eyes dilated when she rolled over and placed her head on my chest.

I blinked, nervously as she nestled against me, pressing her body on mine

My body stiffened,a suppressed groan escaping my lips.

Her knees brushed my thigh and pressed against my crotch.

I felt myself hardening.

How dare this woman seduce me in her sleep?

I stared down at her her delicate face looked so soft, her cheeks were flushed and she looked simply gorgeous

My gaze shifted to the condoms.

I felt like grabbing one, making her lie of her back spread her beautiful legs and barry myself deep inside her.

Fuck!

That felt incredible just by thinking about it.

My dick hardened even morp

After a tough hesitation,I shut my eyes

My fists clenched and I resisted the urge to push her away from

She was killing me.

For the rest of the night I couldn’t sleep at all.

“RENEE

I felt so comfortable and I didn’t want to wake up but I could tell it was morning

Yawning I opened my eyes and sat up feeling groggy and disoriented.

I scanned the room and I was startled to see Marcelo seated on the left side of the bed.

And why the heck was I on the bed?

I was supposed to be on the couch!

“Why_what_._how?

My brain lagged in the morning.

I was baffled as I pointed alternately to me and Marcelo unable to figure out how I got into the bed.

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Did he perhaps

I quickly checked underneath the blanket.

I still had my clothes on.

That was a good sign

And I felt no discomfort of a sort.

Marcela turised wound and just stared at me,expresslessly.

I glanced at the vacant couch and asked.“Why did you m

Maybe he didn’t want me to have a still neck.

mave me from the couch?”

Marcelo wasn’t that considerate,

Then what happened?

I stared at his face and noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

“Why would I do that?Trust me I didn’t want to sleep beside you at all.”

It didn’t seem as if he was lying

I taked my brain trying to remember and eventually I pierced my actions together,

I recalled getting up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and then coming back, I had instinctively gotten into the bed.

I couldn’t exactly blame myself,

I wasn’t used to sleeping on a couch and it wasn’t comfortable at all.

“Ikaw your couldn’t be that considerate “I murmured.

He leaned closer. “What did you just say?”

I lowered my head.“Nothing”

I swallowed when he copped my chin, lifting my head

Marcelo’s eyes were captivating and I felt so drawn to him.

His face drew closer, his warm breath on my skin, allowing me to see my reflection in his eyes.

“Renee,I had a rough night because of you You should find a way to make it up to me

His hand brushed my cheek and I was surprised to find that contact pleasing

I wanted him to keep touching my face.

I also wanted to argue that his rough night wasn’t my concern

But considering I had moved to his bed myself,I acknowledged my fault.

I was in the wrong

After I finished my morning routine, a maid relayed a message.

We were to attend a memorial service at the King’s family small church,

It was only for members of the family and also those who joined the family by marriage or adoption.

So I know Catherine won’t be there.

At least she won’t make trouble for me at such a solemn event

We went to the church and I noticed Marcelo was colder than usual.

It must not be easy for him.

To lose both his father and brother.

I wanted to believe he didn’t kill his brother.

I looked around all the urns of the dead relatives of the Kings,I noticed a spor seemed to be missing.

Why was there an empty space?

Chapter 27

Renee’s thoughts were interrupted when Andrew inquired, “Grandpa, where is talina’s turn ?” 1

Marcelo’s eyes darkened, he let out a chuckle as if amused by some private joke.

Him and Andrew didn’t share the same grandmother. Andrew’s grandmother was Paul’s mistress.

“Quiet.” Gary, sensing Paul’s reluctance to speak, silenced Andrew.

Andrew, looking between Marcelo and Renee, couldn’t suppress his frustration.

Truumidiately, all eyes turned towards Paul and Marcelo.

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“Grandpa, my father is your own son, and Grandina dedicated her life to you. Doesn’t she deserve a place here?” This gaze ni Marcelo. “Is someone jealous?”

Renee knew the King’s family’s hurbulent history.

Gary, Andrew’s father, was Paul’s child from a past allair,Gary’s mother had insisted on living in the Kings‘ house, disrupting Paul’s married life withi Marcelo’s Grandmother, even attempting to usurp her position.

Gary against Marcelo’s father and literally rained the whole family.

How could such a woman, who had torn apart Marcelo’s family, be honored here or receive Marcelo’s respect?

In that moment, Renee saw Marcelo in a new light: a solitary figure doin to a lone beast atop a mountain. He was untouchable yet profoundly isolated, teetering on the brink of an abyss.

The King family members exchanged glances, their eyes shifting between Gary’s family and Marcelo.

“Paul exploded in rage “You cold, defiant bastard You! Why are you that aggressive?”

Marcelo’s smile was barely there, icy and faint.

The ceremony dissolved into chaos, with the ashes of Paul’s first love staying elsewhere

As everyone excited the church, Renee,reflecting on Marcelo carlier vulnerability, whispered to him, “Your grandfather removed those ashes intentionally. He still considers your feelings.”

Predictably, Marcelo remarked, “Mrs.King, don’t overestimate others.”

If Sebastian, his brother, hadn’t been overly compassionate, he wouldn’t be reduced to ashes now, Paul had never truly cared for Marcelo or his father.

His favorite son had always been Gary.

Suddenly, a shout pierced the air. “Look out!”

Located on high ground, the church’s exit was a slope, and Marcelo’s wheelchair began hurtling down it

However, the inertia behind its swift motion was overwhelming, causing her legs to buckle, one knee hitting the asphalt hard.

“Are you okay?“Rence asked Marcelo with concem, Looking up, she met his deep, unreadable gaze. His eyes were like a vast abyss, hiding his true

“Renee, why did you do that?” Marcelo’s tone was a mix of confusion and concern, a rare feeling for him.

Unable to stand firmly, she instinctively grasped onto him, one hand on his chest, the other on his thigh.

The sensation of his muscular form and his unique scent momentarily overwhelmed her, prompting her to try to stand on her own.

In the rush of the moment, Renee had forgotten that Marcelo, often seen in a wheelchair, was not actually disabled,

“Look, I disturbed your sleep last night, and now I’m hurt because of you. Let’s call it even, okay?” Renee tried to lighten the mood.