Romans & histoires Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband Chapter 1

“Even if I am, don’t invalidate my reason. I am an heiress and you’re just a nobody. I don’t know where you got the idea of me being pregnant, but unfortunately that is not that case. Why? Are you excited that getting me pregnant can make you part of a billionaire family? Jokes on you, but that will never happen.” “I didn’t realize how selfish you are until now. You really are a brat. No wonder why you’re the black sheep of the family.” He walked away and left me.

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

Or maybe he’d just never had a woman staying with him for more than a night at a time, and he was struggling to think of anything I might need to bring with me. I hurried to my room to gather all my stuff, leaving him standing there surveying my place, and I tried not to think how cheap it must look to him. He had a fucking private jet, for goodness’ sake. I had no idea what he did for a living or if it was family money he was swimming in, but this guy was rich in a way nobody I’d ever met before was. I couldn’t imagine living the kind of life he got to on a day-to-day basis. Hell, if I asked him to sponsor my library for me, he could probably pay for a whole new wing to be added to it witho

I mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Trying?" she repeated. "I can’t see that." She gestured at me like I have every reason to be embarrassed. I honestly didn’t see anything wrong with me. "Your husband is Jack Winehouse, baby girl. One of the hottest billionaires in the world. And you dress like a virgin grandma from the eighties." She moved to sit beside me, gripping my shoulders. "You have to do better." "Better?" I echoed. "What, dress like a bimbo?"

the lady spoke as she eyed me from head to toe. "Yes. I am his wife and you don't have the right to insult him like that. You're calling him useless? I think you're the one who's useless here, ma'am. You don't know your purpose in this world, so you're spending your time belittling my husband. Why don't you travel around the world, ma'am? Or just simply eat your money since I can see that you're really rich. That way, you can find your purpose. Your attitude sucks, ma'am. Just so you know."

"Why do you look so sad? You should be proud, you’re about to marry someone like me. Imagine, you once ruined my wedding… now you’re the bride." "Should I be happy about that? I'm marrying a billionaire, so what? You’re probably just going to make me miserable," I said bluntly. His eyes narrowed, and he stood up. "I’m interested in getting to know you better, Miss Del Vega. Don’t worry, I won’t make you my servant. The truth is, I just need to marry you so I can receive my father’s inheritance." "So after the marriage, I’m free?" I felt a glimmer of hope, but it faded instantly when he shook his head.

He stopped for a moment, panting heavily. "The case is decided, Natasha will marry Kelvin and Amos will have his child as soon as the child is born," Adrian concluded. "That's it. Thank you, sir Adrian," Kelvin appreciated as he stood up on his feet and walked towards Adrian. He took a slight bow before him while shaking his hands. "This is the oppression of the poor!" Amos cried. "And the oppression of the rich was when you rejected the billionaire's grand baby because you knew very well the humiliation you were about to cause to the Steel's family's name," Madison put in.

I gasped, covering my chest as he popped into the room and held up an outfit, ‘here,” he said, looking at my long, pale legs. “Do you mind?” I sputtered, face red. “No, No, I don’t,” he smirked. I pushed him out and got dressed. ‘Wow, these rich people knew how to spoil themselves.’ I could only use one word to describe the feeling it gave. Elegant.

Vincent glared at his nosey cousin and looked about ready to gauge out his cousin's sparkling eyes with gossip. "This is my Penthouse and as I told you before she isn't my friend." She dismissed him flatly. His eyes widened further if that was even possible, "Damn! Even if I sold all my organs, I can't rent a fire hydrant in that Area!" He slapped his one hand on the other and exasperated as if a realization had dawned upon him, "How rich are you?! And now you have the richest man on the continent as your husband! Is Russia trying to invade and take over USA or something?"

I swallowed, my heart beginning to race a bit as I gathered the skirts of my dress and stepped down from the vehicle to join the man who was now my husband. Luca led me inside, his presence suffocating as we walked through the lavish halls. Every ornate chandelier, every expensive painting, every marble floor tile spoke of his wealth and ruthlessness. And it was completely devoid of warmth, just like the owner, who silently led the way, his shoulders stiff with pride and arrogance. The house was beautiful, yet to me, it was nothing more than a house. It could never be a home. I hadn’t realized I had stopped mid-stride to look at a painting just to my side until I heard someone clear their th