Being A Trophy Husband Is Exhausting Novels & Stories

He asked. “He said he wanted a wife.” “So all you get from this contract is protection and he gets a wife? Don’t you think that’s a little weird?” He asked. “How is it weird? Most people enter contract marriages just because they need a spouse.” I explained. “Yeah. They need a spouse for certain things. What if he aims to make you a trophy wife?” I scoffed at that. “Me? Yeah, that’s not happening.” I laughed. “But you don’t know that Drea. It might.” I looked up at him, a frown etched onto his face.

"It's because we have no--" "Let's stop with that nonsense. I don't think your reason would be that shallow," Via cut him off. "What's in it for you?" Troye looked at her with amusement in his eyes. "Just having you as my wife is a huge benefit. I believe you already know your worth, so why are you still asking me such trivial things?" Via scoffed, "Am I supposed to be your trophy wife?" "Trophy wife?" Troye snickered. "I never thought that you were one to look down on yourself. Is that all you think you're worth?"

“Dad, what do you mean by that?” Ryan’s voice trembled with growing frustration. “You told me I had to get married and be responsible, which I’ve done. So, what’s this nonsense you’re saying now?” Ryan’s irritation was met with a calm, unyielding look from Mr. Kendrick. “I never said the empire wouldn’t be handed over to you,” Mr. Kendrick said evenly, leaning back in his leather chair. “What I am saying is this: your marriage must last over two years, and you must have a child before the empire is handed over. That’s the condition.”

“Weren’t you all about ‘look the part but don’t waste time on it’? I tried telling you a thousand times, sometimes you need to make an effort. But nooo… Mr. Businessman here only ever cared about stocks and numbers. Now look at you, complaining about your options when your bride-to-be is about to arrive in less than an hour. Serves you right.” James scoffed, turning his wheelchair around to face the window, his back to Declan. The view outside was of the manicured gardens, a perfect picture of wealth and control—everything he was supposed to be. But ever since Grandma announced Juliette would be living with them until the wedding, a knot of unease had tightened in his stomach.

Morina, " Yes, so much preparation has to be done, how will it be done in two days ? " Henry, "Everything will be done, this is the boss's order, the marriage will take place after two days." Saying this, Henry goes away. Tia, "Now get married in two days. To me, this marriage seems like a target which has to be completed in two days." Bella said to herself, "It is the target." Bella takes a look at everyone and then goes to her room. David thinks something and goes away. Someone talking on the phone in a room.

"Start over? With you? Winona, do you honestly think that's possible?" I let the silence stretch for a beat before adding, "Also, it seems like Mr. Twain hasn't gotten a strong hold over you even after getting his dick enhanced nine times, huh? You're calling him a bastard already? That didn't take long." "He's… he's nothing! He's just a plaything! Jeff, you've always been the one I love!" Winona rushed to profess her feelings, her voice dripping with false sincerity that made my stomach turn.

I asked softly. “You don’t know him like I do,” he said quietly —but there was a sharp edge to it. He took a slow breath. “I’d have had no choice but to marry again sooner or later. To my family, being married carries its own trust and opportunities. Call it old-fashioned and weird, but that’s how my family is.” “Every family has its demands. I'm not surprised” I lied. “And I’m not really ready to get another wife. So…” He pointed at me.

I said crisply, “I’m not here to play trophy wife.” He continued to smile for the benefit of the stylists, who were busy pretending to ignore the fight. I wasn’t fooled by the grin frozen on his face. It had hardened, and his jaw shifted, the muscles in his shoulders bunched tight. “You are here to be whatever I ask you to be. And if I ask you to be my trophy then that’s what you will be. We do both want this marriage,d on’t we Lila?” The threat was implicit and he made it very clear, icy fingers wrapped around my heart. I couldn’t fuck this up because of my pride, I needed him my son's life depended on ir. And I certainly wasn’t going to lose it over something as trivial as a hair trim and

She asked. "Yes, you will be seeing me soon". We spoke for a while again, where she talked about her new job, her dinner dates with my father, my father's new job, and every other thing that has been happening to them. Hearing her speak made me happy and satisfied, it gave me hope that at least the sacrifice I was making wasn't for nothing. When we ended the call, I felt so sad, it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. And tears swelled in my eyes again. Most were as a result of how much I miss them and the others were as a result of the lies I told and how lonely I felt in such a big house. My husband wasn't a great man neither was he caring or loving towards me. My life was

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?