Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

If Henry hadn't dodged quickly enough, he would've been in serious trouble. Her high heel landed on his left knee, causing him such pain that he almost knelt on the ground, glaring at her as if he wanted to spew fire. She dusted off her clothes, showing a very disdainful expression. She walked up to him in her high heels, and this time, it was finally her turn to look down at him with a haughty air. “Henry, did the door squish your brain? Who ever said I'd marry you!” "'Do all your family members have delusions? Do they think they're gods, marrying whoever they want? Henry, I'm warning you, stay away from me in the future, or else every time I see you, I'll knock you around!'"

I wonder what Adrain thinks about me. From his reaction and behavior, it's obvious he doesn't like me. Great my life is going to be like a fucking W*****d story. The billionaire husband maltreats the girl who falls in love with him first then, later he falls for her and they live happily ever after. We all moved to the living room after dinner. They discussed about business while I on the other hand sat there completely bored and left out from their conversation. This stupid dress was starting to itch I was thinking when Taylor spoke up

Victor roared, his body trembling. “Um… isn't it obvious? I just wanted your money. Thanks to your mom, I got you easily. But now,” she shook her head, “you're broke. I have no reason to stay.” Victor's face became pale. “So, you're saying you used me. You made me think you were preg…you made me ruin my marriage!” he exclaimed. Amber shrugged. “Not my fault you're so easy to fool.” I tapped the mic again, and yelled, “security!”

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

Chapter 1 The marriage that never ended. It was the night of their anniversary, Damien abruptly disappeared. No warning, no fight. It was just a cold suffocating silence. Hours later , a lawyer arrived at Luca's door and served Luca a divorce paper. No communication. No fight. Just a silent treatment suddenly and a divorce paper. Luca had sat at their dinner table for hours, staring at the flickering candlelight, waiting for Damien. He had cooked Damien’s favorite meal—garlic mashed potatoes, and red wine age to perfection, that was his favorite.

No, he wasn't; he made me not work; I had to quit my job six months into our marriage; I didn't see a problem with that because he was rich; he was so rich that he could buy 10 solid estates and not feel his account move! “He was that rich?” Aella exclaimed. “Baby, you have no idea?” Becca rolled her eyes sarcastically. Aella wouldn't have believed if anyone had randomly told her that the man she had seen the previous day was once a rich dude. She would argue it with everything. “I came back after finding a job at a local coffee shop, but to my greatest shock, they had moved already!” Aella had no tears left to cry, but she felt so much anger within her. A whole family was destroyed because

But unfortunately Aciel's perfect family that I thought was absolutely perfect, in fact it was never perfect either. And Aciel failed with his family. He decided to move into his grandfather's house because he was the only grandson who inherited all of his grandfather's wealth. Again I feel jealous of Aciel's life, even when he failed with his family, he still has another life that is just as perfect, even if it has to be without the warmth of family, but for me it doesn't matter because family can be bought with the money he has.

He strode off with impeccable style. He positioned himself so that he was facing me directly while leaning back on the sofa, and he waited patiently for a few moments for me to respond. And I was unable to think of a single one. What was I doing on his bed? He picked up the phone with his well-manicured hands and said, 'I should inquire with the front desk; I can't remember ordering a Mail Bride to my room.' The unknown man seemed like a successful businessman who might shred me to pieces in seconds, so I mustered all my strength to sober up before negotiating with him. Nonetheless, I had no choice but to give it a shot in order to keep both myself and Mrs. Cha out of trouble.

He tapped the edge of the paper against his knuckles. "This is beautiful," Mr. Willoughby whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is absolutely beautiful. Julian Vane thinks he can rule this city just because he has billions of dollars and a big security team. He thinks he can just brush you aside, Mark. But he forgot one very important thing. He forgot the law."

“That thing was a burden. And this house? I’m selling it too. Buyers are coming tomorrow.” My breath caught. “You can’t sell this house. It was my mother’s. It’s mine.” “No, it’s not,” he hissed, stepping closer. “Everything went to me. You want to take it up with the council? Go ahead. Maybe they’ll listen to an impure wolf.” Rage boiled under my skin. “You’re disgusting,” I whispered. He laughed. “This house is too far from the city and it’s expensive. I got a good deal. And you? You’re married to a billionaire now, so stop acting greedy. You have no idea how the world works.”