Billionaire's Wife Novels & Stories

“I’m glad. And how’s Emily? Hope she isn’t bothering you too much. I’m sorry I was unable to come pick her up today like I promised.” “Oh nonsense. You know that our little angel is always welcome to stay with us as long as she needs.” “Thanks ma.” I replied. “But what is this I hear about your husband being a millionaire or something like that?” She asked, changing the subject with precise expertise that was peculiar only to the Jones’ household. He was actually a billionaire but I didn’t feel the need to correct her, ignorant being bliss and what not. “Yeah well, that happened.”

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

To most people, marrying into a wealthy family is the ultimate jackpot in life for them, but to me, it was a burden I didn’t want. I had heard about wealthy people and their marriages, especially women who are not in the same social class as they are. My father himself comes from a very wealthy family. In fact, they are one of the first families to invest in the oil industry in America during the mid 60’s. They also invested in the train industry in the early 20th century, so you can say his family is what we call old money. My mother came from an average lower middle-class home turned orphan.

He said, looking back at the lady. Her smile faded. "What?" He nodded. "Yeah. I have a very beautiful wife. I'll bring her as my plus one." The lady blinked in confusion, feeling disappointed. "But...but I have not seen you with a woman or heard you got married again." "I'm telling you I have a wife, what's your deal?" The lady swallowed feeling like her pride is been trampled on. She straightened herself, looking like someone unaffected by his statement. "Okay, uh...yeah, you can bring your wife to the gala. Will be expecting you there."

"Yes stepmother. She answered her with a smirk. There was a knock on the door. Riley's father came in and said, The Knight family has arrived; are you ready, honey? He looked at his beautiful and gentle daughter and continued, Riley, are you sure you want to get married to Bruce Knight? Riley looked at her father. Yes, father, I want to. The Knight family is the wealthiest and most valued family in New York. The only direct heir, Bruce, was disfigured and made crippled when he was kidnapped 15 years ago. Since then, Bruce has not appeared in front of others. He was rumored to be cruel, ugly, and terrible, and every woman sent into his house did not come out alive.

Karen paid attention, sitting up and concentrating like her life depended on the news. "But what has gotten our handsome actor's wedding to top story is how his wife left the wedding even before the kiss." The scene transformed to the incident from the day before when she had run with Faith. "We identify that she isn't just anyone but one of America's top surgeons, daughter of Kylie Benson, who is CEO of a successful, multi - billionaire technology company, Karen Benson." "These people really have nothing do with themselves other than pry into other people's lives." Karen rolled her eyes, unaffected by the news and how it was a top story.

Her style was casual yet charming. At that moment, she looked calm and collected. She didn't seem like she was pulling his leg or like someone who'd gone insane. "You're an interesting one, Mrs. Holcomb. Why would the wife of Holcomb Corporation's president and the lady of an affluent household cough up 100 million dollars to work with me? Has the Holcomb family run out of places to spend its money?"

Sitting in front of her is Jasper Madon. He's one of the most influential and popular billionaires in the city. He has been trending lately in headlines cause he recently just lost his wife and his legs to a tragic accident and right at the moment, he uses a wheelchair because of the accident. Whitney stared at him as she couldn't believe that she was sitting right in front of the nation's husband. Yes, even before the accident, tabloids and magazines have always tagged him along with the title of the nation's husband. Meaning he is the most sought-after man in the city.

It was the twenty fourth day in the month of November precisely nine Thirty four AM in the morning. "Mrs. Robinson" A lady in her late forties called out from the door side as she walked close to go give Mrs. Robinson a warm embrace. She had seen Mrs. Robinson in her shiny red long gown which flowed flawlessly on the ground. She had her hair done in a way that it was going to be envied by a lot of friends that came to the party to see her. Mrs. Robinson was the wife of the richest Billionaire in Seattle. A lot of person's envied her family and wished to have her kind all to themselves.

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.