Being A Trophy Husband Is Exhausting Novels & Stories

After all, they were homies. "And what happened to your wife?" Isaac was the one irritated now. "You know damn well she's not my taste. I'm not sexually attracted to her," Tony said. Isaac wasn't thrilled about encouraging Tony's actions. For friendship sake, he said, "Not today men, those media cronies are still lurking around. You don't want to spoil your image." "What about tomorrow?" Tony pushed on. He was never starved in that aspect and didn't want marriage to pull him away from it.

he says with a smirk. I felt my blood boiling at his dismissive attitude toward my questions. "Right senses? Are you calling me stupid?" He shrugged as if my words meant nothing to him. "You want to know the truth, right?" "....." "I married you because I needed a trophy wife to lure my father and shareholders into granting me a deal that would be beneficial to me and yes, I do think you are dumb enough for me to control as I wish, no man would want to get married to such a wretched and mannerless girl like you, be grateful."

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

“Unfortunately, I have to make you happy in return.” Tony’s word ring in my head. “He’s lonely. Way more than you can think.” I let out an exhausted breath. All I can think of is how I just added another responsibility to myself while married. This fake marriage is slowly becoming too real.

"If they wish to gain more possessions in life, they bear children for their husbands. The Quinn Family rewards them for every child they give birth to- 15 million for a son and 75 million for a daughter." Vanessa was floored by the Quinn Family tradition. "Isn't that just like raising a pet? Or worse, like a baby-machine?" 15 million for a son? With such an enticing figure, it explained why the Quinn's had such a large household. She glanced surreptitiously at Leonardo's lower half, and when she caught his gaze, she laughed awkwardly. "I. probably won't be getting those rewards, so it's best for me to find a job and have a steady income, after all my boyfriend wont provide for me and wants

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

I asked, irritated by his character. "What do you want me to say? I enjoy it when we make love and..." "Well, I don't. You're pressuring me to have sex with you every night, even when I'm not in the mood. Tell me how many fertility clinics and specialists have I attended? Uncountable. I'm slowly turning into a trophy wife, and I don't like it. All you care about is being Alpha and having a legacy. Earlier, you criticized my choice of dressings, expecting me to fit into the prim and proper Luna archetype."

“I don’t even know how we would do this. I mean, would we just send out a memo to rich dudes and tell them I’m looking for a husband? What would they get out of that?” “For one, rich men all the want the same thing—a trophy wife. They want a beautiful woman who will give them beautiful children. You’re are stunning, Sofia. Even by model standards, you’re flawless.” “Well…thanks.”

“Zoe’s name opened a lot of doors. Investors trust her brand. And once the merger finalizes, all of it comes under my portfolio. She’s like the queen whose name and pictures alone secure big deals for me. A man laughed softly. “Smart move, Jake. Beautiful wife, strong name. She’s the perfect face for the company.” “Exactly,” Jake said, his voice dripping with pride. “She was the trophy I needed, and she doesn’t even realize it.” The words hit me like a punch. Trophy. Me, a trophy wife, or no, Zoe. That’s all I was to him. My heart twisted painfully as I stepped back, my vision blurring. The music from the main hall suddenly felt too loud, too fake. I wanted to scream, to throw something, but

he reassured me, his words a comforting embrace. Returning home after our meal, the warmth of the staff's gratitude for our thoughtful gesture brought a sense of fulfilment, if only momentarily, to my troubled heart. That evening, while engrossed in a movie, I couldn't shake the feeling that it mirrored my own life. The protagonist, a trophy wife like myself, contributed nothing, and as the plot unfolded, her husband began to view her as a liability. Their eventual separation led to hardships, leaving me pondering the possibility of a similar fate.