Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1792

Richard Huber marched out of the banquet hall with his chest puffed out, radiating an arrogant swagger.

Even after he disappeared, his elated, booming laughter echoed through the room.

His unabashed pride was a bitter pill for the rest of the guests, stirring up intense envy.

The crowd seethed with jealousy, left wondering when they would finally get a grandchild of their own.

Wealth and power were old news to this elite circle. At their age, their corporate empires were stable; the desire for money paled in comparison to the desperate longing for an heir.

But their playboy sons clung tightly to their freedom, dodging marriage and fatherhood like the plague.

Because of that, adding a new baby to the bloodline was the ultimate status symbol.

It was just that no one ever expected Richard Huber to be the first to claim that glory!

Out of everyone, his son was by far the most reckless and unpredictable.

At every social gathering, whenever the topic of continuing the family line came up, Richard would always lower his head, eyes red as he quietly nursed his drink.

He would sit there, swimming in humiliation, looking like he wanted to crawl under the table.

Once he had a few too many, he'd even tear up, complaining that he couldn't control Keaton and that the Huber legacy was going to die out.

Yet somehow, that exact rebel son was the first one to secure an heir!

Meanwhile, all their supposedly well-behaved sons hadn't produced a single thing.

The promises of engagements this year and babies next year had evaporated. The holidays were fast approaching, and there wasn't even a whisper of progress.

Cormac Murphy whipped his head around, scanning the room for his own son. The moment he locked eyes with him, Cormac's expression crumbled.

"Booker..."

Booker Murphy's stomach dropped. The second he met his father's gaze, he knew he was dead meat.

"Crap, crap, crap. Here comes the lecture."

The last time Tarquin Bradford revealed he had a child, Cormac had been so jealous he'd dragged Booker around, weeping about it for three straight days.

Now that Keaton was expecting, his dad was going to start the whole routine over again.

It didn't matter who had a kid; Booker was always the one suffering the collateral damage.

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