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*RENER*
“I wasn’t on a date with him! Hold on, have you been having me followed?“My eyes widened In disbelief.
How else could Marcelo have known about my encounter with Andrew?
Suddenly, I felt herself being lifted effortlessly by Marcelo,
My world
and before I knew it, I was pushed against the sofa.
My body twisted uncomfortably, but it was his firm grip on my jaw that truly unsettled me.
I felt trapped, like a bird ensnared.
“You regret marrying me,huh?“His voice was cold, his face dangerously close to mine. “Can’t get over him? You felt forced into this marriage? Marrying me only because he betrayed you? Is that it, Renee?”
“Having me followed? “I was incredulous and furious. “Marcelo, have you no respect for privacy?”
Anger filled me, intensifying her frustration.
His own anger manifested in chilling calmness. “Upset because you’re embarrassed?”
“What the fuck…“I scoffed at the absurdity, “Yes, I am upset! I didn’t even know you back then. Why would I marry a stranger if not to clear the Hudson’s debt?”
Our marriage was a forced arrangement, wasn’t it?
Hadn’t he been compelled into it just as much as I was?
Why was he angry that I was forced into this marriage when he was equally forced and he did mean things to even send me away?!
What right did he have to be angry?
I didn’t clarify the situation between her and Andrew with Marcelo.
He wouldn’t believe me anyway.
He was so paranoid!
His eyes were currently filled with a mix of mockery and irony.
“Marcelo, I married you due to the Hudson family’s obligations, and you married me to appease your mother. Our marriage is in name only. You…”
My words halted abruptly as his lips met mine. Eyes wide with shock, I saw his face close to mine, feeling the shape of his lips.
But the gentle touch quickly turned intense.
“Let me go…
“If this arranged marriage isn’t enough for you,” Marcelo murmured, his voice blending with their close. proximity. “We need to consummate it right now so you can really feel like my wife!”
His hand moved under the folds of my clothing, the touch both scorching and menacing, sending shivers through
me
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“Marcelo, stop this. What are you doing?”
“I want you.”
The room’s cool air made my skin prickle, a sensation that extended to my heart.
“Marcelo, stop! What’s gotten into you?” My voice was net a roar, filled with struggle.
“Renee, this is what it means to be Mrs. King I need to leaviny mark on you, “Marcelo stated, implying it was my responsibility.
I had sought this role of Mrs. King myself, even braving a night out with dogs to do so
“Marcelo, I’m a woman of humble background. Aren’t you lowering yourself by doing this?” I hissed.
His actions were swift, overpowering my resistance. And the inherent physical disparity between us made my
efforts futile.
Marcelo’s sneer was filled with scom.
He didn’t appear to be fooled by such tactics
I sensed the tension in his body, the danger escalating.
As his hand reached for my jeans, panic set in.
“Marcelo, wait. Please, don’t. I’m not ready. You…”
But my pleas fell on deaf ears.
Marcelo seemed like a man blinded by rage, determined and unyielding.
The whole situation, starting from Andrew’s involvement to Nana’s accident orchestrated by Catherine’s malice, and Andrew’s threat using Nana’s life, had spiraled out of control.
And now, Marcelo believed I was cheating on him with Andrew.
I didn’t want to have sex with him like this. With him being all furious.He might hurt me.
Feeling deeply wronged, I lay immobilized, Marcelo’s grip firm on my wrists.
The strong scent of alcohol wafted from him.
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“MARCELO*
1 stared at Renee’s face.
Tears filled her eyes, making her look even more vulnerable, a mix of fear and sorrow in her gaze. Her expression only seemed to fuel my desire to dominate and distress her further.
I wanted to make her feel worse.
I wanted to see her break down.
I wanted her to continue pleading.
For a brief moment, I looked into her eyes, then quickly covered them, I tried to feel detached from her
I needed to avoid her gaze to maintain control.
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“Why so resistant, Renee?”
“Can we go somewhere else? Not here, not now. Marcelo, please. I don’t want this, not like this, not here,please.”
I wonder where she does it with Andrew.
Did she follow him somewhere last night?
Did she sleep with him?
God!
I hate the fact that she was Andrew’s woman.
And I despised the fact even more that she might still have feelings for him.
*RENEE
My resistance was not just about the act itself but the context
The thought of it happening in broad daylight, on a couch in a public place like the clubhouse, was unbearably humiliating for me. It felt like a violation of my dignity, trampled and disregarded.
Moments later, Marcelo released a sneer and let me go.
The moment I was freed, I quickly adjusted my clothes and retreated a few meters, eyeing him cautiously.
He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, as if trying to quell the rising irritability and loss of control within him.
“Marcelo, are you… are you drunk?” I asked, observing him closely.
His recent actions were out of character.
“What do you want? Speak,” He demanded, his tone icy.
“I need a favor… Can you contact Wyatt for me? I want him to perform a surgery,” I requested,politely.
The mention of Wyatt seemed to irk Marcelo.
He was unhappy.
He knew many were captivated by Renee. Did she enjoy attracting others‘ attention?
Despite her fear, Renee didn’t flee. She stayed, determined to discuss the matter.
“Why should I help you? I’m not a charity,” He said, his voice cold and oppressive.
Renee understood his implication
A woman unwilling to meet her marital obligations had no right to ask for favors.
“I can…I can agree to your terms, but not here,” Renee said, her voice choked with emotion. “Let’s go back to the house, or a hotel.”
She couldn’t bear the thought of having sex in such a place
It made her feel no different from those she despised.
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And maybe by the time they get back to the house, he might’ve calmed down and he’d be gentle with her. Marcelo exhaled a ring of smoke. “Miss Hudson, you don’t egotiate terms in business.”
He addressed her formally, as Miss Hudson, a clear jab at her earlier refusal.
If Renee had consented earlier, she could have already secured Wyatt’s contact information.
But the dynamics of negotiation had shifted.
Marcelo now had the upper hand, giving him the leverage to demand more,
Rence watched him silently, anticipating his conditions, ready to comply if possible.
“I’ll offer you an opportunity.” He gestured towards the large, panoramic French windows. They offered a sweeping view of the club’s first floor, a scene of indulgence and excess.
