Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

Chapter 148 Abnormality Originally, Rowan thought that what happened today was over. Not only her, but even David thought so. So the next day, when Richard rushed into the office, opened the mobile link in front of him, and clicked on today's hot search posts for him to see, he was stunned for a second before he realized what he had seen. What. The post opened Richard was a bit sensational starting from the title. "The wife of the president of the Oregon Group of company stole on the street. The habits of rich people are really unique."

, 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

The house sits on a hill, vintage lights decorate the whole path up the hill, and rows of trees and flowers decorate the path up the house, I spot a tennis court, a lit-up basketball court and then the house. Our home is large but this is a castle. “Woah,” Matteo says beside me. “Oh my gosh, I’m so nervous” my mum stated rearranging her dress repeatedly “What if they don’t like us?” Mom says, her eyes bouncing from Dad to Me. “Mom, relax, I mean they can’t be that bad right?” “We all have money,” Matteo says innocently My eyes meet with Dad, for a few more months and we will be dead broke, my marriage to Dominic secures the family’s wealth.

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?”

"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor while I take your bed." "It's my floor." "What does that even mean?" "Forget it." "I will not forget it. You're a six-foot-five man with a back, and you are not sleeping on a rug." "Then I'll take the couch." "Adrian!" "What?" "You are impossible." "And you are making this unnecessarily complicated." I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. A few months ago, I'd been a woman with two bags and no plan. Now I stood in a billionaire's kitchen, whisper-fighting with him over who got the floor, and I was seriously considering dragging him to his bed by his collar.

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