A Rich Man's Wife Novels & Stories

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.

She muttered with a giggle and they both burst out laughing. "Silly brat gets your filthy hands off my wife, you have a wife go hug and joke with her, not mine." An old man, not exactly old just average between 45 to 50 stood up to his feet. His face was the same structure as Arnold, as it was always said like father like son.

"Why are you--?" "I want to surprise you. You are my husband and I am ought to care for you. I want to make you happy. Rise from your bed and have a bite of this, I promise you won't regret it." I push a spoon on his hand and gave him a sheepish smile. He sat there, frozen on top of the bed, a spoon on his hand. I am almost tempted to take a picture of him for he looks a lot like a model but halted as I see his brows slowly meeting in the middle and he glared down at the cake, saying. "Is this the scene where the wife finally decided to kill her husband?"

she joked. The delight in her tone was undeniable, but it had nothing to do with me. It was all because her first love was coming home. I stood in front of her and simply nodded. "The mansion in the western suburbs has a view of the ocean. I really like it." Back when she was pursuing me, I had rejected her 99 times. Her persistence never wavered. After her 100th confession, we got married. But her love didn't last long. It disappeared the moment Cedric returned to Cloudridge, and that day was also our first wedding anniversary.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be Mrs. Richard Anthony William? Wife of the third richest man in the whole world?” My head snapped up. Third richest? Who the hell was she talking about?

I was horrified when he let go of my shoulders; he slid his palms, and they stopped in the middle of my arms. I closed my eyes completely when I felt how his lips pressed against the skin of my neck. “Yeah, my wife. But that doesn't mean your parents were as rich as us. In our world of real rich people, your parents are the poorest. That's why they're not here now. They are not invited. We don't invite poor people like them. You should be thankful because I'm your husband, otherwise, you can't attend tonight.” The truth slapped me: my husband is one of the richest people in the whole world, making me realize that he doesn't have the wealth that my parents or our family have.

And to think he was a doctor. Ian walked to her and gave her a bear hug, one equally as warm as his wife gave her. "My name is Wilson," the other man said in what sounded like a French accent, he then took her hand and kissed her fingers. He actually seemed like an artist. "And this is my lovely wife, Rina," Wilson said introducing the tall and beautiful woman. "I can introduce myself, Will," Rina said with a cheeky smile before bringing her into a hug. It was warm as Tricia's.

Antonio asked me, pouring water from a jug into a glass without waiting for my response. "No. I didn't know he had a twin brother." I said in a low voice, my knees dragging to my chest where I sat on the floor in a corner. It was a shed made out of wood. A blue carpet filled the corner and there was a white desk in the center of the room and a mattress on the floor. "There's many things you don't know about it and you just follow him around like a puppet." He said in a mocking voice. "Not willingly." "He's a rich man with a lot of secrets, too many secrets." He shook his head and put the glass of water on the table.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

“I’m his wife. Mother of his two kids.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. For a moment, everything went silent except for the low hum of the TV. My chest tightened painfully. “His… wife?” I whispered, looking at Richard. “You’re married?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. The woman his wife stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You think a man like him doesn’t have a family? The late nights, the ‘business trips’… you really thought you were special?”