Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband の小説・ストーリー

Axella rebuffed taking a sip of water. "I wouldn't replace my man for anyone else even if the option was Don Ricardo." Nat replied absentmindedly still toiling with her phone Jean stared at the woman beside her and almost let out a scoff. She was making it look like she has a relationship with Ricardo. Jean was sure this was going to cause trouble for whoever Nat was married to. Axella burned in anger at Natalie's last words,her seat became uncomfortable and she stood up. Axella was angry that she couldn't get Natalie angry.

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

"She's clearly incapable of consenting." The stranger's eyes widened in surprise as Sebastian's blows rained down on him. Abigail's eyes fluttered closed, her head lolling to the side as she slumped in her chair. "You're her husband?" the stranger stammered, trying to defend himself. Sebastian's grip tightened, his face twisted in rage. "I'm her husband, and I won't let anyone take advantage of her. Least of all a stranger like you." The music and laughter around them faded into the background as the scene escalated, drawing the attention of the other partygoers.

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."

“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.”

Madam Vexler spoke again, her voice calm but filled with a carefully hidden threat. “So, this is what I want to talk to you about,” she said slowly. “If you do not want to be thrown out of this house and end up as a homeless woman out there, then simply obey your husband.” Sarah remained sitting straight. Her face was blank, almost without any expression. “Be a good housewife,” Madam Vexler continued. “A proper domestic wife who knows her place. Do not ask too many questions. Do not demand too much.”

Opula advanced towards me, “Don forget where you come from. Your poverty-stricken mother is still trading on vegetables, and you know what? If I crushed you this minute, nobody would know of your corpse because you are a poor little thing without any wealthy family background.” I narrowed my gaze at Opula and grinned. I dared to tolerate the insults and I gnashed my teeth. “I am in my husband’s house. This entire villa belongs to Brian as the only son. Besides, he stands to inherit everything.” I pointed at Kate, “You are married to Frank, why don’t you stick to him, and you,” I pointed at Opula, “Ken is your husband. Isn’t it shameful that your father still houses you both…” Opula got crazy

If her husband cheated on her, who knew what sort of insane stunt she would pull next. While Serenity was pondering over how to ask Ruth what happened, Ruth spoke in a cold voice. “Did you know? My husband’s the richest man in Sommerset.” Serenity was shocked. “I-I didn’t know that,” she said, but she thought that Ruth was drunk. She turned to Pearl to find solace in someone who was just as shocked as she was. But Pearl was only shocked for a moment before she immediately became excited. “You finally admit it?! I knew you were lying to me before! Hey, why were you thinking about kicking your car while at the parking lot?”

BLURB "Get rid of it." Six years later, those three words still echo in Valentina's chest every time she looks at her daughter's face. Mateo Castillo never wanted a child with the wife he never chose. So she buried the truth, built an empire in secret, and learned to survive on nothing but her own strength. Then he walks in carrying another woman's blood on his shirt, and asks Valentina to fix what he broke. "Who were you talking to?" he demands, eyes narrowed on the laptop she just slammed shut. "Nobody," she lies, hiding five years of secrets in one word. She wants out. He wants thirty days to make his affair look respectable first. She agrees, because she has nothing left to fight f

“She’s right, Dad. This house has too many ghosts already. Mother stays.” The Cold War ignited without raised voices. Richard’s hands clenched at his sides, his voice low and lethal. “You crossed a line bringing her here, Salvatore. This is *my* house. My wife’s house. Khole signed away any claim years ago.” Khole leaned back, crossing her legs with elegant precision. “Signed away? Darling, a mother’s place is never signed away. Especially when a gold-digging interloper is trying to rewrite history.” I took my seat, hands trembling slightly as I reached for coffee. The tension wrapped around the table like invisible chains. Every clink of silverware felt like a gunshot.