My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Finally, Ethan slowly stood up from the sofa.As he did, he drew the attention of the people around him.

Nobody knew who he was.

All they could see was a superior-looking, tall man with cold, black eyes, as alienating yet dazzling as the sun.

Everyone subconsciously felt drawn towards him.

He walked towards Fiona, shrouding her in his shadow.

He looked down at her and the daughter next to her with frighteningly cold eyes and said in a low voice, "Was your kindness enough to give you the right to force your adopted daughter to get married as a substitute bride?"

Being stared at by him like this, Fiona shrank back.

Any trace of arrogance she held earlier now disappeared.

"Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered.

Ethan sneered coldly.

"When my mother’s family was rich and powerful, you clung to her like a parasite.Thinking you could profit from us in the future, you arranged for your daughter to marry her son when they grew up.Later, when my mother’s financial situation declined, you regretted your decision.Not wanting your biological daughter to marry me, you had your adopted daughter do it instead.Was that the real reason why you adopted a daughter?"

Memories brought about by Ethan’s words resurfaced in Fiona’s mind.

Larson… Fiona hadn’t heard that name in a

Larson was

one of the richest and most

considered the most beautiful

his good looks from his

rich family, she

other hand, came from

tried to get

benefited a lot from Sylvia’s

that their children get married, if one of them had a boy and

herself to a

it wasn’t part of her plan for the

Sylvia could no longer be considered rich, Fiona immediately cut

of them never spoke

wasn’t until about ten years later that Fiona

forgotten about Sylvia by then, and even when she

of such nonsense!" Fiona

to defend herself, because Ethan

turned to