Chapter <b>75 </b>Quite <b>fragile </b>


    *RENEE*


    The next day, the sunlight seeping into the room woke me up.


    +25 <b>BONUS </b>


    Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see Marcelo sitting up and staring down at me,he cupped my chin softly and asked, “Have you thought it through?”


    My mind remained a nk canvas. I gazed at him with drowsy eyes and slowly furrowed my brow.


    “Can’t you just tell me why you’re so upset?” I asked him but he still didn’t reply.


    I shot him a scornful nce, then turned and swung my legs out of the bed.


    But the moment my feet touched the floor, they gave way. Unprepared, I nearly copsed, but Marcelo caught her by the waist.


    “You’re struggling to even stand?” With one arm,he hoisted me back onto the bed. “Shouldn’t <b>you </b>consider some form of exercise to be more fit?” He suggested.


    I scoffed.“Whose fault is it that my legs feel like jelly.“I snapped, echoing her frustration.


    Iwas beyond tired and had hardly slept.He wouldn’t let me Anytime I managed to drift off to sleep, he would slid into me again and have mind–numbling sex with me.I lost count of how many times I camest night.


    And even when I managed to finally sleep,he was still pulsing inside my dripping channel.


    And right now, I was incredibly sore.


    Granted, I always enjoy everything he did to my body butst night was too much.At some point, when I began to protest,he tied up my hands with the tie I had given to Wyatt.


    He kept demanding answers as to why he was upset.


    How am I supposed to read his mind?


    Or how on earth did he even think I would be able to think properly while he was massaging the walls of my pussy so delightfully?


    I rubbed my aching wrists, frustratedly and he seemed to notice the faint red lines on my wrists, the remnants of the tie’s embrace.


    Gently holding her wrists, He mumbled, almost to himself, ‘You’re quite fragile, aren’t you?”


    I was uninterested in engaging further conversation with him, I fixated her gaze on the floor–to–ceiling window, willing her legs to regain strength.


    “You have no idea how you look right now.”


    My eyes dted as I watched him stare at me,hungrily.


    No!


    Did he wanted to do it again right now?


    I was too sensitive.


    He leaned closer to me and kissed my lips.


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    “You know, I used to see you as tough and graceful, but there are other sides of you, you are tender, soft, and endearingly cute.”


    He ran the tip of his finger through my finger.


    I panicked knowing I was getting turned on.


    Oh God.


    How does he do this to my body?


    He makes me want him all the time, even when I’m too tired and sore.


    Feeling his arms around me, I protested, “Marcelo”


    “Stay still,” he insisted


    He carried me toward the bathroom.


    Yet, I did notmence brushing my teeth immediately.I looked at him for a moment and requested, “Please leave. I need some privacy.”


    I needed some privacy before he would seduce me again.


    Marcelo nced down at me, teasing, “Renee, are you sure you’re steady enough?”


    I shut my eyes,menting myck of strength inbat training. If only I had been more diligent, perhaps I wouldn’t feel so helpless against Marcelo now.


    “Are you leaving or not?“My voice quivered, a mix of embarrassment and rising temper.


    “Yes, I’m going, “He replied, rubbing my hair gently.


    I heard him chuckle. His mood seemed light and jovial, a stark contrast to the usually distant Mr. King.


    Freshly cleaned and ready, I emerged from the bathroom to find Marcelo donned in a chic grey suit, poised for departure.


    “Come, my dear wife, help me with selecting a tie.” He gestured.


    Being a stylist, I found pleasure in such tasks, so I didn’t hesitate.


    His collection was vast, mostly luxurious yet understated ties,


    I chose a dark, tri–colored one with a diagonal pattern and presented it to Marcelo.


    He didn’t immediately ept it.


    After a moment’s pause, I walked towards him, tie in hand


    “Bend down a bit, I can’t reach you otherwise, “I instructed.


    My height was decent, but next to Marcelo’s towering figure, I felt notably shorter.


    Graciously, Marcelo bent down, a gesture ofpromise and perhaps, indulgence.


    As he lowered his head, a flutter of excitement stirred in me.I suppressed it and focused on fastening the tie.


    My fingers worked deftly, forming a perfect Windsor knot.


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    He moved closer and pressed his lips against mine. It was brief but enough to make my heart skip. Marcelo straightened, his demeanor casual. “If anyone asks about me, just ignore them. The rest is up to you.”


    “Okay,” I responded wondering who would ask of him.


    “I’ll be away to Japan on a business trip and back the day after tomorrow.”


    As reality set back in,myshes fluttered with emotion. I adjusted the tie’s end into his vest, replying, “Okay.”


    The thought of having the house to myself for the nights brought me a sigh of relief.


    I could finally sleep peacefully with no one seducing me so easily.


    “You should reflect on why I’m displeased before I return.” He gently tapped my cheek and continued, “And about your gift, I’ll discuss it with the Venus Bar owner upon my return.”


    “Marcelo, I’ve no interest in bars or ces like that. You don’t need to bother with Venus Bar,” I murmured.


    He remained silent.


    And it dawned on me about why he was so upset.


    He was angry that gave Wyatt a gift and also got Sarah something but didn’t give him anything.


    It finally made sense now.


    He had expected a gift from me, but instead, I had given Wyatt, causing him to feel slighted. Hence, he constantly used that particr tie to bind me.


    It was his subtle reminder, a silent reproach.


    Moreover, my gift to Sarah might have added to his annoyance. That could exin his intense demeanor the previous night.


    But it was just small gifts.He had all the money in the world to get himself whatever he wanted.


    Does he have to be so childish?


    Was his odd behavior stemming frompetitiveness and possessiveness, or was it… jealousy?


    The idea took me by surprise.


    I shook my head vehemently, pushing the thought out of my mind as quickly as it had arrived.


    Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed incessantly with W******p notifications. My former social circle was abuzz in various chat groups, discussing a single topic. “The CEO of KM Group is actually Marcelo King!”


    The fact that Marcelo being the outcast of the King family had been a staple in their gossip. Yet, who would have imagined that this supposed outcast would emerge as the enigmatic CEO of KM,Group, a figure many sought to ingratiate themselves with!


    The crux of the matter was Marcelo’s absence from the public eye over the years. Despite their best efforts, no one could secure a photo of him.


    Save for a select few, his face was unknown! This revtion spread like wildfire across the social sphere. The more I read, the more I suspected Marcelo’s hand in orchestrating this revtion.


    With the King Group aware of his KM Group CEO status, hiding seemed pointless. Perhaps he sought to create a


    stir.


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    Sarah<b>, </b>sending a screenshot of the rampant spection, messaged me. “Isn’t this about your husband? What’s going on?”


    I responded with nervous haste, “It appears to be true.”


    Sarah’s confusion was palpable. “What do you mean?”


    She needed more exnation from me.


    I hesitated, then gave Sarah a call. “I found out that Marcelo is the CEO of KM Group after marrying him. I’m sorry for not mentioning it sooner.”


    “Don’t apologize. I knew Marcelo was more than he seemed, but the CEO of KM Group is beyond my expectations. Luckily, his appearance remains a mystery; otherwise, your phone would be inundated with calls, especially after thest auction. Now that he’s in the spotlight, watch out for other women, “Sarah advised.


    Other women?


    Why did that make me feel so scared?


    Later that evening, after dinner, I changed and headed to the film crew of “Peerless Grace.” The initial setup for the crew was at a luxurious hotel in the city. The interview panel consisted of the directors of clothing and


    makeup, art, and the general director.


    I submitted my styling portfolio and answered several technical inquiries. The clothing and makeup director presented me with three sets of styling designs, seeking my input on which was best suited for specific roles.


    The interview concluded in thirty minutes, with the promise of a decision within two business days.


    Once Renee had left, the meeting room buzzed with conversation.


    “This woman has a knack for her craft, an excellent aesthetic sense, and a deep understanding of history. She’s quite a contender,” onemented.


    “Yet, let’s not overlook that the supporting female role is ted for Catherine. How do Renee and her rte?” another queried.


    “The word is, the Hudson family took Renee in as a baby.No one knows her real family but she and the real Hudson heiress, Catherine have always beenpetitive.There’s a lot of bad blood between them. I’m concerned about potential discord within the crew,” someone else added.


    The room turned to the director of clothing and makeup for his take.


    “As far as I’m concerned,” the director, taking a puff of his cigarette, replied, “we haven’t decided on the deputy director yet. This woman seems a good fit. As for potential conflicts…Well, positions should be awarded to those with merit, and the film crew isn’t owned by the Hudson family, after all.”