Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband Novels & Stories

"You fool, stop daydreaming about that low class girl, remember we have to find a solution to my problem." "Well your smart friend has found a solution already." "And what is that solution?" Ethan asked in doubt. "Hire a girl to pretend as your wife, then when your dad transfers the properties to your name, you settle her and she goes her way." Clinton explained. "You are such a genius, you came up with such an idea without great difficulty," Ethan's face brightened in happiness, he really admired his friend's intelligence. "Let's make a toast then." Ethan said raising his bottle of whiskey up.

"HONEY!" Madame Madelle yelled angrily at her husband. "I'm descending! Just a second!" Her husband, Anthony Ybarra, responded with a louder voice. Anthony walked over and kissed his wife on the cheek. "Beautiful, aren't we?" Madame Madelle grinned. "Always, my love. Always this lovely." Anthony responded. "Of course, if I don't, you'll never love me," Madelle teased him. "What? Why do you think that way?" Anthony was upset.

I sighed and leaned my back on the chair. “It will be over before you know it. Have you met his parents?” She asked. “Yes, I have. Mum, they're super wealthy. Everything screams wealth in that place.” I expressed my amazement as I remembered the mansion again. “Of course. They're the Ferdinands. Wealth runs in their family.” She confirmed with a smile and I nodded. My stomach growled and they laughed. I realized I was so angry this morning I forgot to eat. Damn it!

I pressed on, “How exactly are you so sure this property was acquired with company funds? Because as you said, my husband was the CEO. He earned a substantial monthly income, not to mention the Kingston dividends he’s entitled to. Buying a house like this wouldn't even dent his personal accounts.” The undertone was clear: my husband’s pockets were deeper than the well this man was drowning in. “Well, look at this place!” Richardson scoffed, gesturing wildly at the high ceilings and marble floors. “There is no way he could afford this on a salary alone. The documents say you have one week to vacate. I don’t need a lecture on bylaws from a dropout, much less a woman.”

I figured she was helping her parents, covering her siblings, drowning in expenses. I never imagined this. That my wife—now a big-shot academic—could pull in millions from one project like it was nothing. And I never imagined every dollar went to another man. Yeah, I know. At my age, being jealous over this stuff is almost a joke. But after grinding for thirty-plus years, living like a ghost—don't I deserve an answer? That first night away from Janet and Asher, I actually slept. Really slept.

Camfrey smiled, walking even closer, but Mark backed away, not wanting to be close to her. “Mark, I have gone through the company reports. I have checked, and while the company has been doing well— even better in some departments— the household income has reduced drastically. I couldn't pay the maids from the joint account I shared with your father last month, resulting in a good number of them leaving due to the delayed payment. The house is unkempt, and nothing is moving. I don't see your father's cars… What are you doing?” Mark laughed. “The company is now mine to take care of. I don't know about your joint account, but your husband should have thought of the household before buying himse

"How could Nathan treat his wife like this?" Nathan couldn't help but hear the whispers around him. His face darkened, but his resolve to win the auction remained unwavering. "60 million." "60.01 million." Isabella decisively raised her bid. Nathan’s cold eyes locked onto her, and he finally voiced his thoughts, "Isabella, do you have the money to win this?" Isabella gave him a charming smile. "Husband, I’m at least Mrs. Hill. I’ve never spent your money on luxury goods. Just this once, let me spend a little of your money. You wouldn’t mind, would you?"

She snarled at her husband. Niccolo gritted his teeth. He glared at her. "This is my house, Casey! I can leave it anytime without telling you! I should be the one who could be obeyed! You have no right to reprimand me! You're not giving me money!" He snarled at her. "You don't own this house! You own nothing here!"

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.

Mara spat. "If your husband is that rich, you wouldn't be chasing me for half a million dollars," the man retorted. Finally, a car arrived, and a respectable young man stepped out. Evelyn saw him first she is scared because right now they are not wearing any makeup... She grabbed Mara "Owlett..... Gecko.....let's take flight"She said but Mara is adamant "I must know the bastard that this fool is claiming that is richer than my husband and the reason he didn't want to pay my money" Mara said