Billionaire Trophy Wives Novels & Stories

Luke eyes widened in shock. “ Doesn’t that makes a millionaire technically, Just like that ? Overnight…How is that even possible “ “ Millionaire? Katie’s empire is worth more than millions , Billions of dollars are now in Carina’s name “ Madam Claire said her eyes widened his shock . “ My Ex wife is a billionaire, How is that even possible “ “ What do you think we should take care of first?” “ At this point we should be scared of what she might do to us “

"There are certain things you can’t do anymore because it would cause a stir in the media and make you look conceited. People who don’t know you would think you’re trying too hard to be likable when they see you working in a restaurant as a regular pastry chef.” “What’s the big deal about me working in a restaurant?” Kate asked with a shrug. “That would be a curious job for a billionaire’s wife to do, don’t you think?” Tony asked her. Kate stared at Tony in awe. She knew Tony was rich, but not billionaire-level rich. “You’re a billionaire?” Kate whispered. “That’s right, Kate. I’m a billionaire, and so are you now,” Tony said softly. Kate let that piece of information sink in. Indeed, a bill

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

Standing under the shower, she recalled the day she threw herself into the arms of Duong Alden, the young heir of an empire that spanned luxury casinos, grand hotels, construction companies, and prestigious hospital chains. Emma knew Alden was a top-tier playboy among the wealthy elite. He loved racing, changed lovers like changing clothes, and was infamous for both his extravagance and ruthlessness. His name commanded both admiration and fear. At first, when she set her ambitious sights on him, Emma thought it would be nearly impossible to catch his eye—let alone manipulate him. But then, a golden opportunity presented itself, as if the heavens had gifted it to her, and she seized it withou

“I know. I just don’t understand why they’re so fixated on me. I’m not anyone important.” “Babe, I’m really sorry to say this but it’s not just you.” Tiffany frowned. “I dug up more about your husband,” she made the quotation signals in the air with her fingers, “and he’s like the most eligible bachelor in Europe, especially France. Maybe that’s why we don’t really know him back when we were in Ireland or even here in London, but you get what I mean. He’s a billionaire who’s a son of a billionaire and apparently he’s listed in Thirty Under Thirty by Forbes or something. Anyway,” Tiffany shook her head as if trying to reach her point, “he’s famous so when a famous person marries someone, news

right when a title filled the screen. The billionaire's next conquest? The screen went back to the studio in a close up to one of the hosts, which made reading her lips much easier. "The Brownings are famous for keeping a low profile. The young heir even more so than the rest of his family. The billionaire who was known for his diversified and flashy flames, which very rarely lasted, ranging from tall blonde models to red headed actresses. His love life has been a secret to the press. But very recently, there were numerous rumours about his relationship with an unknown brunette who looks very different from his previous partners. The woman's identity is still unknown, but sources say that sh

The ballroom feels hotter than before. Louder. The few minutes break is forgotten in a second as fatigue and tiny black dots begin to cloud my vision. But then I see him. Andrew Throne. “Babe…the man you married is a multi billionaire.” I recall Cassidy’s words from earlier this evening, as she help me with my dress. One would think she was joking. But apparently I got married to Andrew Throne. One of the top five richest men in the business world. CEO of the ThroneTech and the man who’d

Luciano lifted me onto board table — crop top, belly, wedding skirt — and kissed me like no board meeting ever saw. Vanessa ran out, calling lawyer. Mrs. Potts burst in: "Ma'am! Sir! T****k! Your board speech! Someone leaked! 5 MILLION views! And—" She showed phone. *BREAKING: Billionaire's chubby wife takes over hospital board while pregnant in crop top wedding dress — investors love her! Stock up 8%!* Luciano laughed against my belly. "My queen. You just made me $80 million in 10 minutes. Still think you are just nanny?"

he winked at me before walking away to bring someone to us. "This is Susan. Susan, meet Alicia, Nathan's wife," I finally let go of Nathan's hand to share a handshake with Susan, who is surprisingly really pretty and so elegant. I couldn't pull that off anytime. "It's so good to meet you, Alicia," "Same here. I love your dress, you look amazing," "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself," One lesson I've learned from attending several events where rich people are in attendance is to always compliment their shoes or their dresses. That stuff makes them feel super important especially when they've spent thousands of dollars to get the dresses.

When she laughed, it was not with joy but with the brittle sound of glass breaking. “They eat it up like wolves,” she said, tossing the magazine aside with a flick of her wrist. Her green eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Every headline makes her look cheaper, dirtier. And the timing oh, it is delicious. Damian is out of the city, isn’t he? Absent. Silent. That silence will speak louder than any denial she can muster.” Helena’s gaze remained fixed on one of the glowing screens. The headline blared in bold letters, Billionaire’s wife Hides a Dark Past, Secret Child in Russia? She tapped her manicured nail against the glass, savoring the rhythm like a drumbeat of victory.