hansora

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Despite being betrayed by her boyfriend, the neglected heiress Lariette Elsher is still forced to marry him – all because her family wants to appease the fake daughter. The one she was switched at birth with.

Screw this! She's done playing nice!

Devasted and enraged, Lariette seeks her friend's help – to pick the best man at her butler cafe to be her contracted husband. 

Enter Ruediger Alvord, infamously known as the poor outcast of the Alvord family, the Elsher's family nemesis. He proposes to be Lariette's partner-in-crime, to wreak havoc in both families.

While Lariette is busy getting her revenge, she fails to notice her contracted husband's strange behavior. She also fails to recognize him from a distant past.

Before>
Ruediger: I have nothing much on my name but, I can be a good househusband.
Lariette: It's okay. I can feed you.

After>
Ruediger: Do you want that house? It's nothing much. Only one billion.
Lariette: Aren't you just... a househusband?

Since when is her husband a billionaire?!
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WSA 2025 Entry

Exclusive cover illustration by @khaizusan (Instagram)
Font and design by LotusLin

We'll have two main couples in this story. Their romance will be shown simultaneously instead of in different volumes :)

First: Neglected heiress FL X hidden bigshot ML
Second: Returned with a bun FL X groveling husband ML

Heiress' Househusband is a Secret Billionaire

"Were you actually hoping I wouldn't ever find out?"

Lariette's question earned a helpless chuckle from Ruediger. Tapping one finger on the steering wheel, he turned to look at her albeit briefly.

"To be frank, I don't mind whether you know or not, Lettie," replied Ruediger, his emerald eyes glinting softly in the dimness of the truck, "You needed blood so, I did what I should."

Even if the patient wasn't her, he would still do the same.

Lariette exhaled a sigh, unable to respond immediately to Ruediger. Leaning against the seat, her gaze shifted from him to the front window, watching the passing night.

This lane was quite dim with only several vehicles around. The truck's headlights sliced through the dark, casting a warm glow over the dimly lit road.

"Eddy, were you at the cafe that day? I wonder how you could be at the hospital."

She Was Not Their Precious Treasure