Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

She had to see it all through. The room seemed to hold its breath. Outside, the night deepened. Inside, the story of her father, the Orlov family, and her own destiny was about to collide—and nothing would ever be the same again. Anna steps fully into the Orlov estate, the mysterious man holds the photograph connecting her father to the Orlovs, and the tension is at its peak. Perfect for the start of the paid chapters.

Then, a scream of pure, unadulterated rage that shook the very walls of the estate. The financial war had begun. I stood up, smoothing my hair, and looked at myself in the mirror. For the first time in five years, I didn’t see a “madwoman.” I saw a billionaire who had just turned her husband into a pauper. I walked toward the door, my hand on the handle, ready to face the chaos. But before I could open it, the handle turned from the outside. The lock clicked. “Victoria?” Daniel’s voice was a low, vibrating snarl on the other side of the wood. “Open the door. Now.”

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

Maybe he has his reasons. As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

"You're mine and I paid for you in full. Ten million dollars, that's how much your penniless family sold you to me." I stared at him, at this man I'd lived with for five years, who I'd never truly known, who I was perhaps only now seeing clearly. "You should leave," I said quietly. "Tonight. Go somewhere else. And if you don't want to leave, then I'll do that." "This is my house," Richard said, releasing my hair slowly. "You're my wife. And you're not going anywhere." He stepped back and adjusted his jacket, forcing himself back into his usual controlled expression.

Going to ask the people around did not know, in order to survive, they only had to go up from nothing, but their relationship was just brothers. Every day Emily checks the money in her account to see if there is any increase in the amount of money, but how long will the money she earns be enough to build a house? Thinking that, Emily sighed. Life is so difficult, but with loved ones by your side, even if it's hard, you'll be happy. The food is very delicious but this is only for guests, she doesn't have money to eat these delicious dishes, it's already good to smell it. But Emily found rich people strange, they ordered a lot of food but didn't eat it all, when she went to clean it, it was st

Amelia made an ok sign with her hand and mouthed to Ethan, “Ok.” Without wasting any more time, she pranced to the table and grabbed a plate. ‘I’ll get the chicken, oh and the fish, oh nice… I want this… potato wedges. Yummy.’ She said in her mind. Her eyes landed on the cake and she salivated. She wanted cake too… After getting a mountain of food she decided to sit somewhere and eat first before she embarrassed Ethan. Whilst munching on her food, she saw Christopher Stevens walking in her direction. He was one of her best friend Rita Jones’ husband. Even though he was born from a poor family, he had worked so hard that he became the second richest man in the world.

"A trick to end this family drama. I have instructed Mr. Thomson to read William's will, right now. In front of you all. Let everything be clear as to who William's rightful heir is." David's hand instantly reached inside his jacket, feeling the concealed pistol grip. The four of them, along with Mr. Thomson, who walked with a slight limp, entered the luxurious, silent conference room. The atmosphere felt incredibly heavy, as if the air were filled with shattered glass. Maximillian sat at the head of the table, with an overly confident expression. He was certain that after all the threats he had issued, Mr. Thomson must have manipulated the contents of the document. Nervously, Mr. Thomson op

HAYLEY’S POV “which other world do you exist in apart from mine?” His words kept echoing in my head, did he really think that low of me? I mean of course he would, I jumped at the slightest opportunity of marrying him because of the money. He’s an arrogant, hot and rich billionaire, our worlds were so apart from each other. So how the hell did I even expect him to respect me? My eyes started to water as I walked rapidly on the busy streets of Manhattan, I ran into an alley where I would be away from the prying eyes of passersby.

I sigh softly when the door closes behind me and march towards the kitchen where I had dropped my half eaten food. The money still rings in my ears. Two million!!!! Aunt Ellie is actually making me pay back nearly half of the money she and her husband squandered. I cuss her out in my head but that's as far as I can ever go. In my head. My sister still stays with her and I wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardize her stay. I think of this big lonely house, the unempathetic Damien and the whole mystery of my impending work life that awaits me. And for a moment, I nearly collapse right there on the kitchen floor and let the tears take over. The first tear slides down my cheek and I reach for