Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband 소설 & 이야기

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?"

Rich, powerful man abandons struggling family. A cold billionaire refuses to help newborn and grieving relatives. A tale of wealth… and cruelty. And it was working too. “They planned this,” I said. Marcus nodded slowly. “They always do. It's what they do best.” A few minutes later, the sound of a car pulling up outside broke the tension. Henry. The front door opened, and he walked in without waiting to be announced, his expression sharp, focused, already in work mode. “This is bad,” he said immediately. “They’ve taken it to every major outlet. It’s trending.”

she said, her words slow and deliberate, "that this house you’re standing in? It exists because of my husband’s money. So maybe you should think twice before throwing your weight around." My mother’s face twisted in disgust, her lips curling. "He gave me this house," she spat. "It has nothing to do with you." Aunt Rachel’s gaze didn’t falter. She smiled coldly, shaking her head once. "He — my husband — gave you this roof over your head. And that makes it everything to do with me." There was a sharp edge to her voice I’d never heard before, like glass splintering beneath her words. I should’ve felt tense. Afraid.

I said, setting a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him. He looked surprised but didn't say anything. Instead, he sat down and started eating. I watched him nervously, waiting for some sign of approval or disapproval. After a few moments, he looked up at me. "Thank you," he said, his tone neutral. And went out of the house through the window I could see him enter into his car while the bodyguard closed the door, I guessed my husband is truly a wealthy man. After Richard had gone, I decided it was time to change out of thie gown i was wearing as it was already very dirty. I made my way upstairs to the room where I usually slept, hoping to find something more comfortable and approp

Mrs Russell Mrs Russell hissed under her breath and angrily clenched her fists. “I’ve your wife for so many years, the only passion or rather be said, spark we've had between ourselves is when planned on getting pregnant with Olivia. We entered a critical crisis with money, yes, but it wasn't that bad that you had to go as far as accepting a girl from a stranger because of 20 billion USD, now look, from a happy family we've turned to this.” Mr Russell angrily banged his palm against the table and stood up. “We were never a happy family! And about the money? Where did you think I gave you cash to buy those LV bags you have in stock in your wardrobe? How did I even buy this house?!”

I should have known she would choose the child's life over her comfort. Nonetheless, Baby has brought a new meaning to the game, a new purpose for me to conquer the divided world again. She has shown me who the true enemies are. I almost got comfortable, but this lesson I owe very much to my wife; therefore, she's a great deal, and I will never let her free on any occasion. Never! A few minutes after getting myself situated on the couch, Rich walks in wearing yet again another outrageous attire with another attendant to serve us drinks while he air-swipes a monitor.

I gritted my teeth upon hearing those words. “I have my own company, Tita Claudia, and it’s growing rapidly. I’m only a shareholder in my father’s company anyway, I don’t expect anything from him or his company. And I don’t care what any of you say. And Mira isn’t low like you all think she is. She’s a woman. My woman. Insult her again and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it…” I sighed. Joaquin’s voice was cold and authoritative. “You don’t have the right to threaten me, Joaquin. I’m still your father’s wife! I am so disappointed in you! Marrying a prostitute. You must be out of your fucking mind!” Her words cut deep, but I tried to not mind them.

Next day at dinner Aaron Anderson I was wearing my Armani suit. I look at my reflection in the mirror, I don't believe I am going to have arranged marriage, Who was so against it that I will never marry for business, Look, what I am doing? I hear a knock "Young master, All the guest is here, sir asking for you," Our housekeeper informed me. "Yes, I am coming," I told, Did last minute touch-up. When I reached downstairs Mr. Anderson's and his whole family sitting in the hall.

On the outskirts of S city, there is a large house, although it is not comparable to a villa, but compared to the suburbs, it is already very large and comfortable enough. Right from the early morning, inside the house, he was busy preparing to receive an important guest, saying that he was a guest but soon he was William's precious future son-in-law, thanks to his richer son-in-law than himself what else is equal.

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