Novel & Cerita Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband Chapter 1

“Finish the game.” “Are you serious?” he growled, knocking over his drink. Dark beer spilled across the carpet. “You ran around Boston proposing to women, one of them my wife’s best friend and now you want me to finish the game? Fine. Here. Whatever Aiden wants, Aiden gets.” He threw his cards down then pointed to the door. “And now, I’m going to fix your mess. Because if you got this girl pregnant just to secure your damn heir” I flipped his cards over, ignoring his outburst. Full house. Henry was wrong. I didn’t always get what I wanted.

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"I just need you to produce a child. That's all! And I'll consider your family debt paid off." "What if Mrs Ira finds out?" "Let her know. All that matters now is that I want a child!" Ira swallowed. Her legs went limp. Her ears recorded everything her husband said. And she was one hundred per cent sure that the voice belonged to her husband. Ira's heart broke into a million pieces. But she would never be at peace if she didn't finish it. So, with all her courage, Ira opened the bedroom door. She saw the thing she least wanted to see in her entire life—disgusting things. Ira vomited instantly. He couldn't stand the sight he was facing right now.

Vincent hastily retreated, his actions interrupted by the unexpected presence. The room fell silent, the echoes of the confrontation lingering in the air. Vincent swiftly slid off the bed, hastily zipping up his trousers, his actions betraying a sudden shift in his demeanor. Welcome, boss," Vincent and Marcus uttered simultaneously, but Andre ignored their greeting. He closed the gap between them, his hand landing on their heads as he delivered a firm knock to each of them. "Are you attempting to assault my cousin's wife?" Andre's stern glare fell upon Vincent and Marcus, who stood rooted to the ground.

, he said and I nod my head, I went up, I got to the room , it was so big, everything was expensive , I fell on the bed joyfully , I will make sure that I will be the mistress of this house " we shall find out in the next episode ", watch out for chapter 26, thank you all, you hear

Alex already had his phone out, scrolling as if the afternoon had contained nothing but showrooms and dinner. No one asked where they had been. The chapter closed on the clean surface of the penthouse at evening—on a son newly folded into the real machinery of the family, on a father satisfied with the proof of blood, and on the quiet, expensive lie that everything under the roof remained exactly what it appeared to be.

She would flee to her own relatives. Chelsea became enraged. Without knocking, she rushed upstairs and smashed her phone onto Evan’s study desk. "Observe this! What on earth is happening?" Evan’s brow furrowed as he looked at the screen. "What's the issue?" Chelsea glared as she leaned over the desk. "Your father's birthday is today! She hurried to her parents' house without saying anything and showed no respect. She's married to you! And the Creed are the source of everything she owns. She is acting as a maid for her own family rather than paying tribute to us. Has she gone insane?”

Soft, absurd timing, possessive billionaire Alpha. My gray-gold eyes flash. Ghost Wolf inside wants to run to Prince Street, to stone, to fight. "Flash marriage was Chapter 2," I say. My voice layered again. "This time I propose. After I make Bronx Alpha kneel." Marcus smiles, first time, gray-gold eyes wet. "That's my son. Ohio accountant to Luna King in eight chapters." Elevator dings again. Fourth black SUV no plates. This one smells like wet dog blood smoke and Bronx, bigger, and door opens and yellow eyes, bigger than Malrik's, look up at tower. Rorke Fang howls from Prince Street boutique below. Sound shakes Manhattan. Full moon still high. Sunrise in four hours.

After all, he had no qualms about hitting a woman. "What are you doing?" Chloe angrily rushed back to the table, having overheard the woman's derogatory remarks. She stuffed all the cash on the table into the woman's hands and said, "Put away your dirty money. No one cares about it. Besides, my husband is much wealthier than you. He owns a company, luxury cars, and even consecutive number plates. Do you have any of that?!" After saying that, she grabbed Joseph's hand and walked out of the restaurant without looking back. Joseph stared at her beautiful profile, feeling inexplicably pleased.

He looked at Ava, his hand reaching out to pull her against his side as they began the slow walk back up toward the glass estate. "The contract we signed in that penthouse seems like a lifetime ago," Ava murmured, looking up at her husband. "That contract was just a transaction, Chairwoman," Caleb whispered, his lips brushing the crown of her head with an absolute, lifelong devotion. "This... this is a dynasty. And nobody breaks our house." As the sun fully cleared the horizon, bathing the Spencer-Miller estate in a brilliant, blinding gold, Ava looked back at the ocean one last time. They had started as a ruthless billionaire and a broken maid bound by a fake marriage. But they had rewritte