Novel & Cerita A Rich Man's Wife

I know you don't go to the gallery anymore, but i also know you've been meeting up with your friends. "Are you having me followed? Is that it?" she replied, shouting. "You are my wife, I should know where you're going to, you dont just leave the house without anyone knowing, and dont think i don't know you are going to meet up with your ex-boyfriend, i said raising my voice. " I can't believe this. First, you have me followed, and as if that's not enough, you accuse me of cheating on you, just weeks after we got married, are you insane"?, she shouted back at me.

“Oh you haven’t heard, there’s a rich man’s wife on the run, her husband is looking for her, no one knows why she ran away from him, people believe he must be a physical abuser, who knows, it could be worse.” “Does this rich man have a name?” “No, he is rich, only a few know his name, I hope he never finds her though,” Cherry added. “What do you think?” Why would anyone run away from wealth? Cherry asked, releasing herself from her husband's embrace as they made to go home. “I would never know cherry, maybe she got bored?” “Yes, that has to be it.” The two women burst laughing. Marcus carried the heavy bag of his and his wife’s belongings and headed to the door with his wife behind him.

The other party's family background was certainly of epic proportions, and Yara no doubt had the best chance out of anyone else. "Haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘the wife of a rich man is never truly free’? You’re just waiting to live as an unhappy and resentful wife," Linda shot back. Yara did not take offense with those words at all. Instead, she said triumphantly, "So what if I’m an unhappy and resentful wife? I’d rather be a resentful wife in a house full of luxury brands than marry a poor man who has to rely on a woman to get by."

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

He tried to get up but already Robin managed him in his ways. "Maybe you forgot, let me remind you for one more time, she's Mrs. Adam Richardo. She's my wife, the eldest daughter in law of the richest family in Asia. It's not good to lay your finger on her." Adam's eyes were sparing fire towards him. He dared to touch his wife. He dared to play with his souls mate. He was waiting for death.

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

They immediately flocked to the half-breathing man when he was tossed away by Henry. The middle-aged woman holding the man then immediately decried in front of the press, "The rich murdered my son. Oh, my heartless daughter-in-law! She found herself a rich lover, and now, she wants to kill her husband!"

The woman sighed as though remembering something unpleasant. “Stubborn.” Kali raised an eyebrow. “Stubborn?” “She never listened.” He nodded thoughtfully. “And this boyfriend… What exactly did he say about her marriage?” The woman looked around the quiet street before lowering her voice slightly. “He said her husband is extremely rich.” Kali nodded slowly. “That part is true.” Her eyes sharpened. “So you really do know where she is.” Kali smiled faintly. “I told you I did.” The woman’s mind was already racing with different thoughts.

“Please—" "Look at you," she hissed in disgust as she cut me off. "Sitting there in your cheap maternity dress, stuffing your face with my son's wealth and rubbing your stomach as if you've secured a permanent place in this house. You must think you’ve finally found your fairy tale, haven't you? You think because Damien dragged you back into his bed last night, you have won this little game." "Eleanor, please, I am his wife—" I tried to interject as tears stung my eyes.

To my surprise, Max says, “Leave her alone. Elanor isn’t here for you to harass her.” The woman on his lap is quick to chime in, “You should have higher standards, Brandon. Look at her. She is letting herself go now that she is married.” The woman snaps her finger, “Hey, poor girl. You girl, Max’s wife, pay attention.” I look over at her. “Would you like me to make a diet plan for you? I’m a model, so I know what it takes to stay fit. You should really think about losing some weight. When Maxwell can finally free himself from you, it will be time for you to latch onto another rich man. If you look like you do now, you won’t find one.” In a calm voice, I reply, “Thank you for your advice, but