Novel & Cerita Counterattack Of The Superrich House Husband

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

I mocked her distastefully. "Me? An insecure child?! You better watch your mouth, do not forget, this is my house that you are under" Anne defended herself. "Compared to my houses, this house is nothing close, so do not think you can try to oppress a wealthy woman with wealth. Besides this house belonged to the Hilton's before you were here so you did not contribute a dime into building it...." I voiced out the facts and watched her boil more in fury. "Is that why you want to steal my husband from me? Go back to your godforsaken house!" Anne roared and fought back her tears.

"You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Just because you saved this house doesn’t mean you’ve won. You’ve practically handed it over to strangers. How does it feel, Selene, knowing your mother’s house is no longer yours?" Her words hit their mark, but I refused to let her see it. Instead, I smiled sweetly. "It feels like justice," I said. Before she could respond, my father stepped in, his tone suddenly warm and paternal. "You’ve done well, Selene. But there’s still a way to make this right. There’s a billionaire’s son—James Cartwright. He’s looking for a wife. Marry him, and we can buy back the house from this company."

" Ignoring Arnold's icy stare, Alice shrugged her shoulders in response. "Are those not also in agreement? This house belongs to me. You see that, don't you? Are you aware of who I am? When Alice persisted in misinterpreting him, Arnold let out a freezing-hot, frustrated scream. His gaze tightened as he clenched his fists and moved toward the bed, causing Alice, who was still astonished, to recoil in terror. "This large mansion is yours? You are who you are? Kindly provide an explanation. Alice pleaded, wondering if she had fallen into the hands of a vampire prince or perhaps a mafia ruler, as she had read about in books.

Richard concocted his story, hoping it would be enough to deceive the sinister doctor. The doctor, seemingly convinced, responded coldly, "Yes, it's true. I can do it, but it will cost you $5000." A wave of relief washed over Richard, thinking he had successfully woven a web of deceit. However, before he could savor his perceived victory, a resounding slap crashed against his face, sending shockwaves through his senses. The sharp pain reverberated, momentarily rendering him deaf to the world. As reality set in, the doctor's voice sliced through the haze.

"Mr. Hart, as the wealthiest person in Avenir now, your prospects are truly boundless. Becoming the richest person in the nation is surely just around the corner!" "This must be your wife and son. If your ex-wife knew how well you're doing now, she'd surely be filled with regret. What a shame she had no such fortune." "Absolutely. Just seeing the three of you standing together is such a beautiful sight. You truly are the model family of Avenir!" "It's remarkable. Mr. Clifford doesn't resemble your ex-wife at all. To me, he and Mrs. Hart look just like mother and son." At the flattering remark, a flicker of unease crossed Stacy's face. Her hands tightened unconsciously around her purse as sh

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

They were already leaving the hotel but David stopped for a moment, He immediately slapped Olivia in anger. "Why did you slap me?" "I’ve already told you not to come to my birthday party. Didn’t you hear me earlier? Why did you come?" The man looked at his wife with a sharp gaze, as though he wanted to kill her. "I only wanted to attend your birthday as your wife. What’s wrong with a wife coming on her husband’s birthday?" Olivia tried to withstand her husband’s treatment. "Look at your appearance—so ugly. I am a billionaire and a successful CEO; is it fitting for me to have a wife like you? Don't you have the slightest shame about your appearance?" He narrowed his eyes, his tone dripping wi

Growing up in this world of wealth and privilege, I'd learned to spot opportunists from a mile away. As the years went by and she stayed married to Dave, I started to think my first impression of her was wrong. Last night proved that I had been right all along. "Nothing," I said, shoving Dave's hands away from my collar. "Forget it." "No, you don't get to do that," Dave snarled, his face red with anger. "First you try to undermine my business, and now you're implying something about my wife?" From the corner of my eye, I could see a small crowd gathering around us. Aunt Martha, Dave's mom, clutching her pearls, while Uncle George, his dad, tried to usher other guests away from the scene. My