A Rich Man's Wife Novels & Stories

The man groaned in annoyance. Clara snorted, then hurriedly ran towards her cell phone. She groaned in pain, then winced in confusion as she relaxed her limp legs. Damn it. This man is really shit. “Yeah, El? What is it?” Clara walked slowly towards the bathroom—lowering her voice so that damn man wouldn’t be disturbed. With a naked body, Clara stared at her reflection in a large mirror installed in the bathroom. Damn! That man is really rich. Clara couldn’t imagine how lucky the woman who became his wife was. Living well with abundant wealth is every woman’s dream.

Safira was considered a nobody in the business world that Adonis dabbled in and belonged to. His chest hurt, and his eyes were so heavy from holding back tears. He closed his eyes after reading the disgusting samples of the articles they were threatening to print. The sample headlines of all the magazines would read! “The Richest Man in the World is Married to Her?” as they talked about her complexion and features. "She's.....she's my wife. How could they say such things?" He balled his fist, hitting it against the desk, and said it in a low, quiet tone of sadness.

Ruby started laughing at his words, he was stupid and she couldn't believe she had been so stupid to have been married to him for five whole years, he was senseless and immature, she suddenly felt pity for his new wife and their unborn kid, no one deserves a man like Richard. "Richard, I am not going to give you what's mine and that's final, and you can't do anything about it because, at the end of the day, you are nothing, you better save the money you plan on using to get a lawyer because you and I both know you might end up homeless and penniless at the end of the day," "Not if I meet the right people, and who told you I don't have money? Huh? Who fed you those lies?"

Joseph stood up straight and walked over to her, saying, "I went back, but then I started to miss you, so I flew back here." Waverly replied, "You must have too much money to waste." He walked up to her and bent down slightly, then placed his lips next to her ear, chuckling, "What's wrong? Are you trying to help me save some money?" Waverly pushed him away, "Yeah. If you have so much money to waste, then you should just give the money to me instead." Joseph denied, "I can't do that. There's only one person who I can share my wealth and properties with, and that's my wife."

"Richard! She just the fake actress that you pick her up at the street. She's not your real wife! You pay her to be your wife but she is not. You never liked a woman." Richard becomes stiff. He looked at Su Zhin's face with his blizzard eyes. "Who said that she is not my real wife?" "It's true. You pay her right? You pay her for goddamn billions just for the play!" "Whether I pay her or not, she still holds the certificate. And you are not!" "Heh! But, you never liked a woman in your entire life." "Who said that I never liked a woman?" his tone turned even colder than before.

He looked straight at her, his expression calm but intent. “Besides my husband, I have none,” she answered truthfully. “My interactions with rich people in the past were limited to my cleaning jobs.” Rich nodded slowly. “I understand. We can dig more, but it would take longer and cost more. If I had names, we could narrow things down and focus on specific individuals. However, without that, we would be casting our net very wide.” “I see,” Emily said quietly. “If I come across anything, I will let you know.”

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

She said it with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Woods. Yet your contracted husband is a specialist in every area. You are incredibly lucky to have a husband like that—one with model-like looks, culinary prowess on par with a chef at a five-star hotel, and the ability to create a stunning garment out of nothing more complicated than a set of bedsheets for his wife. Being with you made me realize how many talents I possess." Despite my best attempts, I was unable to keep a smile on my face when she referred to our marriage as a "contracted marriage." I didn't want to show how horrible I felt about it.

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

She said that she had grown up relying on others. I felt sorry for her and swore to give her a warm home. When we got married, I did everything I could to give her a grand wedding and bought the diamond ring she loved. At that time, I felt like the happiest man in the world. In the second year of our marriage, Emma was born. Although we were poor, those days were full of laughter. I thought we would stay happy like that forever. However, three years ago, on Emma’s third birthday, John came to me with a medical report.