Chapter 3 Marcelo King

*RENEE*

In the evening, I couldn't bear being in my room any longer, so I decided to take a tour around the house. After all, I'd be living here, so it was best I got familiar with the environment.

I realized that the house was huge and more complex than I had thought.

I felt so relieved when I finally located the kitchen. I was starving.

I had not eaten all day. I quickly opened the refrigerator and found some fruits. I took them out along with a bottle of yogurt.

Hearing loud and powerful footsteps, I turned around.

I was startled when I saw a man striding into the kitchen. I gulped, taking in his physique. He was so tall and muscular. And his face-I never thought anyone could look so handsome.

He was breathtaking. He stopped in his tracks and let out,

"You're not one of the maids."

Then I saw his eyes widen-he looked shocked to see me.

Those eyes suddenly looked familiar. And his raspy voice too.

"What are you doing here?"

I didn't know who to think this man was. He was dressed casually.

Was he a friend of Marcelo?

"I'm Marcelo's wife. Who are you?"

The man then burst into laughter. Suddenly, the laughter ceased and he yelled,

"Get out!"

I found him annoying and rude.

Who was he to tell me to get out?

"I just told you who I am. You're being so rude."

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*MARCELO*

"Rude?!" I moved toward her, furiously.

Now she had succeeded in finding out my secret.

Was this perhaps her plan?

Why was she onto me?

First at the club? Now at my house?!

Renee moved away from me, but she wasn't fast enough.

I seized her by the throat, pushing her against the wall.

She was so going to regret this!

"Who let you in?!"

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*RENEE*

"Le...let go of me!" I choked out.

There were rarely any pictures of Marcelo King online, so the only way I thought I could recognize him was by seeing him in a wheelchair, since everyone knew he was crippled.

But why was this man acting like he owned this house?

"Tell me who let you into my house!" he thundered.

I might not have been the smartest in school, but I wasn't dumb. This could only confirm one thing.

"You... you're Marcelo King?" My eyes moved down to his legs.

He was standing. Perfectly.

He had literally walked into this kitchen himself.

Marcelo roughly let go of me, and I started to cough.

"I do not know what it is that you want or if Andrew sent you here, but you messed with the wrong person."

I knew that he was definitely thinking of silencing me, since I had just found out the truth about his legs.

Even if I had so many questions, this wasn't the time to ask any. I had to get him to calm down and not hurt me.

"I understand why you're like this since I was previously engaged to your cousin, but I have ended things with him. Not that it's going to make things less weird, but as of today, I'm your legal wife."

"A legal wife. Did you marry yourself? Because I cannot recall marrying you!"

"I'm not lying, your mother didn't tell you because-"

Without waiting for me to explain further, he yelled,

"Hawk! Bones!"

God, what a temper!

Within seconds, two bodyguards ran into the kitchen.

"Throw her outside and release the dogs."

"Marcelo... I... I'm not lying, and if it's about your legs, I won't say anything," I begged frantically.

"Renee, if you can survive being outside with my dogs, then I'll try to see you as Mrs. King."

"Let go of me. Don't touch me! This isn't fair! Marcelo!" I yelled as I was dragged away.

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*MARCELO*

My wife indeed.

The nerve of that woman!

Chad must have heard the commotion as he rushed up to me.

"Mr. King, you can't-"

"I can't what? Were you the one who let her in?!" I thundered.

Chad sighed and then handed me a marriage certificate.

I was stunned to find my signature on it.

"My mother went too fucking far this time." My fingers clenched around the documents.

"She's just worried about you. You're almost in your mid-thirties. She said she wishes to brighten the darkness around you."

"There is no darkness! And getting me my cousin's fiancée is far from brightening anything!"

"Sir, Andrew and her are no longer together."

"I do not care, and I don't want any woman that was once Andrew's!" I barked. "Plus, since no one gave me a heads-up that there was a stranger in my house, she knows about my legs, so I have to take care of her!"

"Mr. King..."

"And this should be the last time you plot with my mom and send me someone like her. I do not need anyone!"

"Your-"

"Release the dogs, Chad!"