Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64 His wrath

*RENEE*

Waking up the next morning,I was greeted by the sharp ache between my legs and some other parts of my body.

My body felt as though it had been dismantled and pierced back together, leaving me utterly exhausted.

Outside, the winter sun cast a warm glow, indicating it was well past noon.

My cheeks heated when I recalled the many times he was between my legs last night.

And the most crazy part was that right now, despite how sore I was, felt myself getting aroused.

Oh God.

What has that man done to me?

He couldn’t possibly turn me into a sex addict, could he?

I sighed, recalling that he seemed to get hardened again just few minutes after filling me with his semen.

I found it baffling how a man who typically feigned disability in a wheelchair possessed such physical vigor.

“Mrs King, Mr King has sent over some drugs for you.“The maid informed me as she presented so many drugs to me.

I swallowed as I picked them up and read through.

Some were pain relief, he really knew what he had done to me.

I saw some pills that made my cheeks heat up.

Birth controls.

“He wants you to always to take those.“The maid specified.

I gulped.

I should.I wasn’t ready to be a mother yet.

“He…uh…did he send you to purchase everything here?” I asked, my voice was hoarse.

Even my throat ached.

Damn, that man almost ruined me last night.

“Yes.“The maid,seeming to have noticed my flushed cheeks added “There’s no need to be embarrassed, ma’am. This is what married couples do all the time.”

That only added to my embarrassment.

I didn’t want anyone knowing about it.

Oh God,my body tinged with excitement again recalling how good it felt each time he thrust himself in and out of me.

I shook my head and took the drugs. The dosage was written on a piece of paper and I did as it instructed.

I had intended to go shopping with Sarah today but I had only managed to walk to the bathroom.

I couldn’t imagine walking around the mall with the pain between my legs.

I should just stay home and recover for today.

So after breakfast,I laid on the sofa,lost in my own thoughts.

What had come over me last night?

Why had I acted so boldly, well not so boldly but I did give him the consent to have me.

I didn’t exactly regret last night but I felt he had been too much now that my body felt so battered.

But Lord knows, that I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt and wanting more.

What was wrong with me?

I spent an entire day recuperating at home.

As evening approached,a sensation headline emerged.

“Ivan’s stylist accused of being a home wrecker!”

Home wrecker?

Which home did I wreck?

The headline was accompanied by a phone of me and a man in a sleeveless silver supercar.

I read the comments under the post.

“Scandalous!The home wrecker should be canceled.She shouldn’t be allowed to be on our screens!”

“Well, setting aside the controversy,she’s undeniably stunning. She’s so gorgeous.”

“Do not praise such a vile woman!”

“Isn’t that a limited edition koenigsegg, that global sports car?The man must be so wealthy.”

“She’s such a whore,disgusting!”

“Is she really Ivan’s stylist.”

“Yes, she is!It’s also been confirmed that she’s romantically involved with so many other men!”

I sighed,heavily.

People are always so quick to believe whatever they read online.

I wasn’t exactly a big public figure yet so I was baffled by the intentions behind this smear campaign.

Could it be Catherine’s doings again?

This was really annoying!

“Mr. King, please have a look. “Luke showed Marcelo the post and briefed him on the situation. “Mrs. King was seen inviting Mr. Moore for dinner recently.”

Marcelo immediately noticed Renee in the picture and proceeded to examine the post’s contents before questioning, “Why are we perpetuating fake news?”

The implication was that the post should be deleted:

“What’s wrong?” Before Luke could respond, Marcelo noticed his roubled expression.

“The post is being taken down,” Luke revealed. “Mrs. King personally paid for its removal.”

“She handled it herself?“Marcelo’s frown deepened.

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