Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 151: We will face them together

Chapter 151: We will face them together
Beauty turned and pulled Lucas into a secluded corner, pressing her rosy lips together.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she whispered, "I do like it, but the price is just outrageous!
A sofa and coffee table set for over a million?
I’d feel guilty just sitting on something that expensive."
Lucas rested his chin on one hand, his dark doe eyes burning with amusement as he gazed at her.
"Who knew my wife was such a penny-pincher?
This sofa is a drop in the bucket for me.
Unlike you with your modest salary, I make enough in a single day to buy this entire mall.
Do you really think I care about the price?
If you’ve got the means, why not enjoy the best, right?"
Beauty felt like she was being brainwashed.
Then again, it was his money, not hers—what right did she have to object to?
With a huff and a stomp of her foot, she relented.
"Fine... let’s get it!
After all, you’re the diamond king with more money than you could ever burn."
His brow twitched at her tone.
With a smirk, he flicked her petite, straight nose lightly before grabbing her arm and striding toward the sales assistant without missing a beat.
"We’ll take this sofa.
And while you’re at it, show this young lady the most comfortable king-sized bed in the mall—something with good bounce, easy on the knees."
Beauty: "..." Damn him! How could he say something like that in public?
Her face flushed crimson, hot enough to scald.
The sales assistant turned beet red up to her ears, nearly stumbling on the mall’s mirror-like floors in her fluster.
Quickly regaining her composure, she eagerly guided Beauty toward the bedding section.
"These are our best-selling models—plush, breathable, and excellent support.
You won’t have to worry about any... knee injuries, I assure you."
Pfft— Beauty shot the assistant a strained smile, her lips twitching.
"Let’s just go with this one.
The style matches the sofa, anyway."
The moment she spoke, someone strode over from the other side, grabbed her arm, and plopped down onto the bed with a thud.
"Only by trying it out can you tell if a bed is comfortable.
Why don’t you roll around on it and see?"
His thin lips curled into a smirk, a playful glint flashing in his eyes.
The sales assistant immediately took the hint and discreetly walked away, leaving the space to them.
Though curiosity burned inside her, having worked here for so long, she knew exactly what to keep to herself—anything related to Lucas was strictly off-limits.
Beauty kicked out at him, her foot connecting with his knee.
A blush crept across her cheeks, her ears burning hot.
Snatching one of the bed’s double pillows, she hurled it straight at his head.
"Since my wife is feeling shy, we’ll test it out at home.
I’m sure this bed won’t bruise your knees—or mine."
"What knees?
Lucas, you shameless jerk!
What are you even thinking?"
She turned her face away, refusing to look at him, her cheeks flushed crimson as she stared at the floor, her lips pouting in a sulk.
By the time they finished selecting all the furniture, it was already noon.
The sun blazed outside as they stepped out of the mall.
Beauty pulled a sunhat low over her face, shielding half of it, afraid of being recognized.
Suddenly, Lucas’s phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, and for the briefest moment, his expression darkened before smoothing over again.
"I have nothing to explain.
Do whatever you want.
But if you dare lay a finger on her, don’t blame me for what comes next."
Beauty’s heart lurched.
She looked up at him, startled, her lips pressing together nervously as she studied his face.
Only after he hung up did she dare ask cautiously, "What’s wrong? Is something happening at home?"
She had known this moment would come eventually.
The day she agreed to marry him, she had braced herself—aside from his grandparents, the rest of the Marson family would never accept her.
Lucas tossed his phone onto the backseat sofa, pulling her fragrant shoulders close as he warned, "My father and stepmother are here.
Brace yourself."
"I already guessed as much.
They’ll never accept someone like me—someone of my background..." He silenced her with a kiss before she could finish, his lips lingering over hers in a slow, deliberate dance that lasted five long minutes before he reluctantly pulled away.
Beauty’s face burned, her heart pounding so hard she could barely speak.
Her tongue felt tied in knots, leaving her flustered and breathless.
The car started, and Lucas remained rigid the entire ride, his expression dark like a beast on the verge of eruption.
Sitting beside him, Beauty felt the tension thick enough to choke on, not daring to make a sound.
As the car sped into the Marson family villa, the gates swung open automatically.
Lucas adjusted the cuffs of his white dress shirt, smoothed his collar, then took her hand and strode inside without hesitation.
"No matter what happens, you stand with me.
Nothing comes between us—understand?"
His voice was ice, sending a shiver down her spine.
She nodded rapidly, like a drumbeat.
Now wasn’t the time to add to his burdens.
They had to face this together—united against the Marson family.
Mr. Williams sat stiffly on the central sofa in the grand hall, his face stormy, eyes sharp as blades.
Beside him, Emily glared with barely contained fury, looking ready to devour someone alive.
Beauty trembled, but the warmth of Lucas’s hand squeezing hers steadied her, filling her with quiet resolve.
This time, she wasn’t fighting alone.
With him by her side, what was there to fear?
The moment they stepped into the hall, the air turned glacial.
The second Mr. Williams spotted Lucas, he shot up from the sofa, his aged face flushed with rage.
Pointing a shaking finger, he roared, "Lucas!
You think you’re untouchable now, don’t you?
You’d dare hide a marriage from your own family?
If not for my old friend at the registry, would you have kept me in the dark forever?"
Emily, seeing her husband’s fury, quickly steadied him, rubbing his chest soothingly—but her piercing glare never left Beauty, sending a chill down her spine.
After a beat of silence, Lucas tightened his grip around Beauty’s shoulders and spoke, voice cool and unyielding.
"Beauty is my wife now.
Whether you accept her as your daughter-in-law or not—it changes nothing."
The words sent Mr. Williams into a frenzy.
Snatching a teacup from the table, he hurled it straight at Lucas.
Seeing he had no intention of dodging, Beauty’s heart lurched.
She shoved him aside—just as the scalding cup struck her temple with a sharp crack.