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MARCELO
I was a light sleeper, the tiniest bit of noise woke me up.
I had barely shut my eyes that night when I was awakened by footsteps.
I opened my eyes to see Renee heading 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.
I sat up sharply as her scent enveloped me.She slept so soudly next to me, her peace seemingly unbreakable,
1 scoffed.
How could she sleep so peacefully while my own peace was being shattered by her.
Not fair.
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, I called out.“Rence.”
She didn’t stir.
My voice grew louder.“Renee.”
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 burry myself deep inside her.
Fuck!
That felt incredible just by thinking about it.
My dick hardened even more.
After a tough hesitation, I shut my eyes.
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My fists clenched and I resisted the urge to push her away om me.
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.
was baffled as I pointed alternately to me and Marcelo unable to figure out how I got into the bed.
Did he…
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.
Marcelo turned around and just stared at me,expresslessly.
I glanced at the vacant couch and asked. “Why did you move me from the couch?”
Maybe he didn’t want me to have a stiff neck.
No.
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 raked 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.
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I wasn’t used to sleeping on a couch and it wasn’t comfort le at all.
I knew you couldn’t be that considerate.“1 murmured.
He leaned closer.“What did you just say?”
I lowered my head.“Nothing.”
I swallowed when he cupped my chin, lifting my head.
Marcelo’s eyes were captivating and I felt so drawn to him.
His face drew closet, 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 way to make it up to
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.
Iwas in the wrong.
to me,”
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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 knew 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 spot seemed to
Why was there an empty space?
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be missing.
Renee’s thoughts were interrupted when Andrew inquired, Grandpa, where is Grandma’s urn?” Immediately, all eyes turned towards Paul and Marcelo.
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.
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“Grandpa, my father is your own son, and Grandma dedicated her life to you. Doesn’t she deserve a place here?” His gaze shifted provocatively towards Marcelo. “Is someone jealous?”
Renee knew the King’s family’s turbulent history.
Gary, Andrew’s father, was Paul’s child from a past affair.dary’s mother had insisted on living in the Kings house, disrupting Paul’s married life with Marcele’s Grandmother, even attempting to usurp her position.
She tumed Gary against Marcelo’s father and literally ruined 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 akin 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.
After a tense silence, Macelo finally declared,
“Her ashes can be placed here.”
Paul was stunned.
“Fetch my mother’s ashes!” Gary, elated, instructed a maid
Marcelo spoke again, his tone mischievous yet ominous. “If you dare bring her ashes, I’ll destroy them.” “How dare you!“Paul exploded in rage. “You cold, defiant bastard! You! Why are you that aggressive?”
Marcelo’s smile was barely there, icy and faint.
His threat to destroy the ashes was no idle claim.
The ceremony dissolved into chaos, with the ashes of Paul’s first love staying elsewhere.
Everyone in the King family seemed to be scared of Marcelo,even his Grandpa.
As everyone exited the church, Renee, reflecting on Marcelo earlier vulnerability, whispered to him, “Your grandfather removed those ashes intentionally. He still considers your feelings.”
Marcelo’s response was a cynical sneer.
Renee braced herself for his harsh words.
Predictably, Marcelo remarked, “Mrs.King, don’t overestimate others.”
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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.
And now they wanted to rip where they didn’t sow.
They wanted his father’s wealth.
He was more concerned with his image, wanting to avoid a scene at the church.
Suddenly, a shout pierced the air. “Look out!”
A young boy, about six, ran into Marcelo’s wheelchair..
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Located on high ground, the church’s exit was a slope, and Starcelo’s wheelchair began hurtling down it.
“Marerlo!”
Without a second thought, Renee sprinted after the runaway wheelchair.
Her white dress billowed behind her as she raced down the slope, leaving onlookers amazed at her swift reaction.
Halfway down the slope, Renee finally reached his wheelchair.
However, the inertia behind its swift motion was overwhelming, causing her legs to buckle, one knee hitting the asphalt hard.
Once the wheelchair halted, a sharp pain radiated from her injured knee.
“Are you okay?“Rence asked Marcelo with concern. Looking up, she met his deep, unreadable gaze. His eyes were like a vast abyss, hiding his inte emotions.
“Rence, why did you do that?” Marcelo’s tone was a mix of confusion and concern, a rare feeling for him.
“Renee began, but Marcelo quickly leaned down, lifting her into his arms.
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.
Marcelo noticed the stark contrast of her blood against her white dress and her skin, making the wound appear
more severe.
“Do you think I needed your help?” he asked coldly.
He felt an urge to tend to her wound, despite his usual indifference.
In the rush of the moment, Renee had forgotten that Marcelo, often seen in a wheelchair, was not actually disabled.
Moreover, Marcelo wouldn’t recklessly endanger himself, especially not for those he deemed unworthy.
“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.
She certainly had a knack for negotiation!
Marcelo found himself wondering whether Renee’s actions were born of cleverness or recklessness. “Mr. King, are you okay?”
“Thank goodness you’re safe!”
The other members of the King family soon caught up with them.
A woman turned to the boy and scolded him, “You little rascal! You nearly hurt Marcelo! Say sorry to him! Marcelo won’t be angry with you because of it.”
The speaker was the boy’s mother, holding him protectively.
How did a six–year–old manage to push the wheelchair?
Was it an accident, or was there more to it?
Yet, the woman swiftly deflected any blame from her son.
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“It’s alright, so let’s move on,” Gary casually dismissed the situation.
Strikingly, no one apologized to Marcelo.
“Get a wheelchair for my wife,” Marcelo instructed a maid gnoring the family’s lack of concern. He turned to Renee, who had been watching him, her expression a mix of disbelief at the King family’s attitude and confusion. over his composare.
“Marcelo, they..”
“Just sit,” he cut her off.
He instructed the maid to ensure Renee remained seated in the wheelchair, safeguarding her injured knee from
further hann.
Before Renee could protest, Marcelo wheeled himself towards the boy’s parents.
“Ah!”
“Ouch!”
“God, he’s bleeding!”
“Marcelo, what are you doing? Are you insane?”
“Get a doctor, now!”
In the ensuing commotion, cries of pain stood out starkly.
Marcelo’s voice, laced with a cold edge, followed. “Sorry, my wheelchair slipped.”
Blood?
Perfect. Let them share in his wife’s pain.
The King family doctor treated Renee’s wound, finding it to be superficial. Rest would be enough for her recovery. However, the boy’s parents suffered a broken bone and a stitched forehead, enduring their injuries in silence. Marcelo’s patience had reached its limit, and he informed Luke to come pick them up.
Renee watched him, puzzled by his actions on the slope, reminiscent of a mischievous child seeking retribution.
“What are you staring at?“Marcelo’s eyelids lifted as he met her gaze.
“You just…”
“I have no patience for brats, and they should learn not to mess with someone disabled.” Marcelo glanced at her knee. “That looks dreadful!”
“Excuse me?” No woman likes to hear any part of her is ugly, even if it’s a wound!
Renee tried to reason, “The wound will heal, then it won’t look so bad.”
“Then heal quickly,” he urged her.
A Maybach pulled up in front of Marcelo’s house.
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As Rence opened the door to get ont, Marcelo had already cone around to her side, his arms sliding under her knees and back, lifting her.
Surprised, Renee found herself seated in Marcelo’s wheelchair.
She blinked, unsure how to respond.
“My knee is just superficially injured, not broken,” Hence it compelled to remind him.
“Don’t test my patience,” Marcelo wanted.
He frowned at the sight of the bulky bandage on her knee.
Rence was baffled. What?
What had she done to upset him?
She absentmindedly touched the wheelchair’s armrest, then did a double take.
The armrest was studded with sapphires, rubles, and diamonds!
Marceló was living extravagantly!
“Why do you often use a wheelchair if there’s no need to hide your leg’s condition at your house?” she asked, feeling funny about him pushing her in his wheelchair.
At his house, everyone was devoted to him, ensuring there was no threat of espionage from Gary’s side.
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