Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband Novelas e Histórias

"You always boast of having a whole lot of money then I would really want to see that money come to an end ,my mysterious rich husband “ I teased him, I didn't know long, I was going to be free with him, who knows what he might turn to in the next second, rico was really unpredictable . Rico didn't say a word to me but all he did was smile at me and then walk away . I didn't know what to do but I know that I must follow him at this point . "What don't you wait for me ?" I called out to him and rushed to meet him as he tried his best to walk ahead of me.I knew that he was trying hard not to talk to me but then at this point I don't think that I care anymore . "You don't make your wife run lik

William growled furiously, his nerves tingling at the thought of killing the man who dared to touch her chin in order to kiss her. “Wife! If you actually thought of me as your wife, why do you feel the need to marry Katherine?! Is wealth as important to you as it is to your father?" Monica questioned with a broken voice, staring into his eyes. “I have no idea how our whole company has collapsed. I am attempting to take action because a serious accident could occur at any time. If we obtain the property that belonged to Katherine's father, we can make significant improvements to our business and property; if not, you might learn tomorrow or the day after tomorrow that we are totally bankrupt,

"Aren't you ashamed to have a poor husband?" Pursing her lips, Amber shook her head firmly. "You will never be poor, Adam Smith. Your talent, kindness, and love are in abundance. I actually think you are the richest man in the world. You even have the largest swimming pool in the entire universe." Hearing that joke, Adam was finally able to release the tension. Laughing lightly, he pulled his wife into his arms. "Thank you, My Super Rich Wife. Thank you for understanding my situation. I'm so lucky to have you."

"What do you mean, let them? They’re taking my things, Mother’s things! Zoey doesn’t need them anymore—she’s gone!" Her father finally raised his gaze, his eyes tired and distant. "Chelsey, sit down." "I don’t want to sit! I want you to do something!" At that moment, her mother entered, her face pale. "Husband, what is going on? Why are you letting them take everything we own?" Lord Alcantara exhaled deeply and closed his book. "Because it’s not ours to begin with." Both women stared at him in confusion. Chelsey laughed nervously. "What are you talking about? Of course, it’s ours. This is our house. Our things."

She stood up and walked away before her husband could make another failed attempt to make her understand that they were not wealthy and needed to compromise on some things in life. Once she had left the room, Marcus took out the bills that he had hidden in his inner pocket and put them in his wallet. Now that his wife thought she had all his money, she wouldn't be expecting more from him for this month. He sighed. He hated to go behind her back like that but she was tiresome sometimes. After all, they both wanted a new house and they both were waiting to have children before that. ~ In the kitchen, Sofia, Mia, and Julia were preparing dinner when Sofia started receiving text message notifica

Robert didn't believe it and tried to tear the contract. the bald man snatched it back quickly and said to the neighbors watching the commotion, "Everyone can see clearly. We are not bullying anyone! We have a contract with proper signatures and seals! This house doesn't belong to Robert Wright, but to his brother! And now his brother owes me money, so he used this house as collateral! I am here to reclaim my house, what's wrong with that?" The neighbors around began pointing and whispering. Robert's newly-wedded wife, upon hearing this, went crazy and started yelling at Robert, "Robert Wright, you bastard! Didn't you say this house belonged to you? How could you deceive me like this?" After

I said, then I finally walked upstairs straight to my room. Why does he keep on acting as if it does not thrill him about living in a mansion? For sure, he hasn't even seen such a huge house like this. And for sure, he is so excited to finally steal anything in here. But I won't let him do that. If he thinks he can use his tricks on me, then he is wrong. I will surely reveal his real identity to my grandpa and when that time finally comes, he will have no choice but to divorce me.

The plump woman raised her hand and tried to hit her again. Sonnet moved her head to the side to dodge her attack. She then grabbed hold of the woman’s arm and pushed her with all her might. The plump woman took a few steps back after Sonnet pushed her. She then held the wall for support before standing upright. “You treacherous mistress! How dare you scam my husband and take several decades’ worth of our savings to pay for your darn father’s hospital fees? You’re truly an immoral person!” The plump woman started stamping her feet and thumping her chest as she shouted out loud.

Mrs Richard said looking at her husband, as he started scraping his neck where he had grabbed him up. "Baby, you have to control yourself, don't let it eat you up," Mr Richard said, almost choking to death. "You don't understand Richard, I feel stronger now, I can feel the real power moving through my veins," she said, still scraping him. Mr Richard, not wanting to hurt his wife but had to do something before someone saw them quickly remove his claws, his eyes glowing and used his two feet which were going against the law of gravity to kick his wife and used her like a wall to swiftly do a backflip. He landed on the ground, feeling pain in his neck but had to stop her. He moved faster toward

If he’d given the order from the start, they wouldn’t have hesitated at all. “Uncle, this is between Nora and me” “Nora is my wife. Her business is mine.” Richard had nothing left to say to that. Every ounce of swagger he’d walked in with had evaporated. “My house! Stop, all of you, stop! One more thing gets moved and I’m calling the cops!” “My bowls! Why is the pasta on the table and the forks in the trash?!” “My slippers, these are literally on my feet right now! You need those too?! Ow”