Novel & Cerita A Rich Man's Wife

He was the only person Annabelle had who got her back in this house. “Who is this?” Mrs. Evelyn Presley asked as she stared at Elizabeth with disdain. She could see the slight resemblance she has with Annabelle. The only difference is that she looks more beautiful and intrepid than Annabelle. “This is Elizabeth Carter, my wife.” Richard announced without meeting the gaze of any of his family members. He was silently waiting for them to freak out, especially his mother. She has recognized only one woman as his wife and that's Anita. Secondly, nobody can have a wife in this family without a wedding in the church with every member of the family present.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

A listless, and astonished voice comes through the door. -OMG I can't believe it, look who is Jeff the millionaire, wow, I heard you got married, and well she is your wife now, I saw it in the papers, I thought your wife was living the high life, I didn't imagine she worked for you," says the black haired girl. -Yes I am his wife, and well I haven't had time to be using money, besides I'm not the kind of person who spends money, I'm not that kind of woman," says Lucrecia.

Although she could not recognize the woman standing in front of her, but with the way she dressed and her temperament, she knew she is one of those socialite women that always gossip and spread false rumors in her circle of friends. “It’s Mrs Taylor” she smiled as she proudly called her husband’s last name. Her husband's family owns chain stores around the country, so they were very rich and popular amongst the Elites. She expected Nuella to know her husband’s last name since she is someone in the business world and must have done business with her husband before but the casual look on her face told her otherwise. Nuella tried to remember the name, maybe she had heard it somewhere, but the n

Keeion and Cyfer straightened up. They were just standing, you know they came from a high family. Your type is hard to reach because almost everything in them is perfect. There is no doubt that many women are obsessed with this cousin. Knowing that they are still super rich and both smart. Not surprisingly, there are many of these two. Handsome, yet rich! If you are God's favorite. But deep inside, I'm curious if anyone has won these two? Is there a woman in the queue who is the winner? Did Keeion and Cyfer choose one of them?

Another lady in blue chiffon replied on Clarice's behalf. “I'm sorry, but whatever problems my husband and I might even have shouldn't even be a topic of discussion for anyone else.” Nadia stated and the women looked at each other. “But honey, you are married to a rich man. And your husband is amongst the elites. He's among the top three richest men in Russia. So of course your life is going to be a constant news for the whole world to see.” Clarice smiled.

The elderly angrily pointed. Anika turned to Adelaide and saw the child shaking her head pitifully. “No, no, she didn’t,” Anika reasoned again. “Liar! That child is a liar! As well as you! How do you teach your child!” The Madame scolded. “Who are these people? What’s your identity?” She asked in a heavy voice. Someone whispered in the woman’s ear, and she raised her brow. “So, it’s the newlywed wife of the Albrecht? Truly wasting such a talented young man to have a wife like this. Who knows where she comes from!” She scoffed and said loudly.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

I like the face she is making when she doesn't have anything to say. "Why would I pack your bag? pack yourself" she said while throwing her clothes in the suitcase. " You're my wife so you have to do what a wife does," I told her. " I am not going to do it. Do yourself" she announced. "You're going to do this. you had a lot of interest to become my wife so you should endure." I said and goes to the bathroom. Rose throws clothes in her hand on the bed. And sit on the bed.

Richard exchanged glances with Emily, who couldn’t believe her ears, while the other people present shot pitiful gazes at the woman. “She has no idea of what she is doing”, someone from the crowed murmured, but that didn’t move Richard. He was keen to understand the meaning of the woman’s words and why she sounded bold and firm. “What do you mean by that?” Richard asked as he took another step closer to her. The woman didn’t flinch this time. She dug her eyes into his eyeballs until he felt uncomfortable. “Your wife is out there and this is what you are doing with her? Your maid?” The woman asked with a glint of disgust.