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.

that name in a

Larson was Ethan’s biological

family was one of the

considered

good looks

though Sylvia was born into a rich family, she had a

on the other hand, came

were in college, Fiona deliberately tried to get close to Sylvia, gunning to become the rich girl’s

had benefited a

that their children get married, if

how Fiona successfully tied herself to a rich

wasn’t part of her plan for the Larson

longer be considered rich, Fiona immediately cut

two of them

ten years later that Fiona

Sylvia by then, and even when she heard the news of her death, Fiona didn’t give

me of such nonsense!" Fiona said, albeit her

say anything to defend herself,

turned to look at