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.
Sylvia Larson... Fiona hadn’t heard that name in a long time.
Sylvia Larson was Ethan’s biological mother.
At the time, the Larson family was one of the richest and most powerful in the city.
And Sylvia was beautiful-she was even considered the most beautiful girl in the city.
Ethan had gotten his good looks from his mother.

And even though Sylvia was born into a rich family, she had a pleasant personality and never put on airs.
Fiona, on the other hand, came from an ordinary family.
When the two girls were in college, Fiona deliberately tried to get close to Sylvia, gunning to become the rich girl’s best friend.
Back then, Fiona had benefited a lot from Sylvia’s riches.
Later, she suggested to Sylvia that their children get married, if one of them had a boy and the other, a girl.
That was how Fiona successfully tied herself to a rich and powerful family like the Larson’s.
However, it wasn’t part of her plan for the Larson family to decline so suddenly.
As soon as Sylvia could no longer be considered rich, Fiona immediately cut off contact with her.
The two of them never spoke afterwards.
It wasn’t until about ten years later that Fiona heard that Sylvia had died.
She had practically forgotten about Sylvia by then, and even when she heard the news of her death, Fiona didn’t give a damn.
"How dare you accuse me of such nonsense!" Fiona said, albeit her voice faltered.
But she couldn’t say anything to defend herself, because Ethan was right.
Wide-eyed, Janet turned to look at Ethan.
Ethan had never told her before about how the engagement came about.
In the distance, Garrett’s heart leapt to his throat.
He was worried that something big was about to happen.
The subject of Ethan’s mother was very touchy to him, and he seldom mentioned her.
It had been almost ten years since Garrett first met Ethan in high school.
But he still didn’t know his friend’s family too well.

Something big had happened back then, which led to the collapse of the Larson family and the rise of the Lester family.
But all rich and powerful families were complicated behind the curtain.
Although the Lester family was powerful on the surface, they were rotten on the inside.
Their dirty secrets were just concealed well.
The onlookers began to talk even more harshly about Fiona.
"Get this old woman out of our sight! She spread rumors about her adopted daughter!"
"How shameless! She’s a liar and a hypocrite!"