The Substitute Wife: 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.

heard that

was Ethan’s biological

Larson family was one of the richest and most powerful

was beautiful-she was even considered the most beautiful girl in

good looks

born into a rich family, she had a pleasant personality

the other hand, came from

college, Fiona deliberately tried to get close to Sylvia, gunning to become

then, Fiona had benefited a

children get married, if one

to

it wasn’t part of her plan for the Larson family to decline

considered rich, Fiona immediately cut off contact

of them never

wasn’t until about ten years later that Fiona heard

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

accuse me of such nonsense!"

to defend herself, because Ethan

to look