A Rich Man's Wife Novels & Stories

While working, she glanced at the crumpled piece of paper still lying on the blanket. "Mr. Blackwood came last night, didn't he?" the nurse asked with a warm smile. "He said he couldn't sleep because he was worried about you. Coming all the way at midnight like that." Alina didn't answer. "You're so lucky, Ma'am," the nurse continued, her voice full of genuine admiration. "Having such an attentive husband. Handsome, wealthy, and devoted. Coming every day, bringing flowers, asking about your condition down to the smallest detail." She let out a small sigh. "These days, husbands like that are very rare. Not every woman is as fortunate as you, Ma'am."

She cautioned, indirectly referring to herself. "His wife must be from a very wealthy home. Her father is prolly some other business tycoon or some governor's daughter or even president's daughter." Kelly speculated. "Or maybe his wife is just an ordinary girl like you and me." Adele looked at her and smiled. "I highly doubt that Mr. Kind will settle for ordinary." Kelly denied and she just nodded her head and leaned on her backrest. "Well he did." She whispered inaudibly as a wide smile spread on her face.

She admired the transformation, although it only added little to her beauty because naturally she was a ravishing beauty. “Everyone should leave the room.” She commanded imperatively, making Charlene look back. None of them hesitated before leaving the room. The fear and respect they had for her when she was his wife was burning in their hearts. Henrietta walked majestically to her and stood in front of her. Charlene didn't know who she was, she only stared back without moving her lips. “Didn't he tell you he has a wife?” The question was enough to convince her that the lady standing in front of her was Richard's ex wife. Charlene mustered courage to talk. “Only heard of his ex wife, he once

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

Rain said with a smile. Meanwhile, on the other side, Natasha sat in her room, she was in deep thought as she thought about her sister for a second then shook off her thoughts. never for once has she ever thought about Rain so why think about her now? Moreover, i am even pitying her? How absurd, she has the richest man in the city as her husband. At the end of it all, she always gets the best and i end up having her leftovers. Natasha you must only focus on your wedding next week, settle with the man of your dreams and have more babies.

, he said and left. "Mr. Karan Kundra.. now you will see how everything you have will be mine and you will be left with nobody. I will take every single thing you have including that pretty beautiful wife of yours who has an amazing business skill. But don't worry she will not be my partner but my whore for life", he seethed flashing a sadistic smile.

Edward said with a smile. “My daughter-in-law, Mommy has bought a very large number of baby clothes and baby bags for your future child. Mommy bought it for eight hundred million dollars,” said Mrs. Jane Alexander, Tiffany's Mother-in-law. Tiffany welcomed the many gifts that kept coming with a smile of happiness. Being the wife of a successful billionaire makes her used to getting goods worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Suddenly, Rosalie Alexander, the second child of the Alexander family, came crying. “Rossalie, why are you crying?” asked Mrs. Jane.

“Fancy meeting you here, but I don’t appreciate you calling my wife out without my knowledge and not taking good care of her.” “"Already spending your inheritance on a woman? I wouldn’t have guessed poor women were your taste.” “A particular someone started a rumor that traveled fast in the upper class, so no one was willing to marry me. At least she has a job, unlike a certain person who only knows how to mooch off other people and fight for inheritance that doesn’t belong to them.” “You’ve grown up a lot.” “Thanks to you, I had to grow up fast if I didn’t want to get eaten.”

"Sienna, what kind of wife doesn't love her husband?" "But your husband isn't wealthy. He's just a construction worker. Are you truly happy?" Gwen asked, genuinely curious. The woman standing before her was just an ordinary Sienna now, yet her face was bright with gentle serenity and an effortless smile. In the past, Gwen had only ever seen wealthy people wear expressions of subtle arrogance, even when they managed to appear kind and elegant.

Seeing the look of disgust on the man’s face, the man looks at his wife, instructing her without speaking. The man looks lanky and shabby from years of smoking and drinking obsessively. His wife quietly leaves the room and comes back bearing one of their expensive-looking clothes, which doesn’t look much compared to the expensive robe the rich man has on. Anyways, she spreads it over the dirty surface of the couch and the rich man sits down. Leaning back, the man fixes his beady eyes on the man of the house, who squirms and hides his eyes from him. “Where is my money?” The rich man demands.