Billionaire Trophy Wives Novels & Stories

"I know it’s improper to propose without a ring, but I wanted this to be perfect. It’s been you from the very first day. Only you. I’m not perfect, but you make me better. I want to be yours forever, and I’m so grateful you chose me. Marry me, baby. Make me yours forever." His words were burned into her memory. She’d never forget them. Could she really deserve a love like this? How could she forget someone once loved her this much? How could she forget those words, that beautiful and charming voice and who they belong to? It was impossible, even though this was a dream. As the thoughts lingered tears slid quietly from the corners of her eyes, soaking into the pillow. From meeting at a club.

And that I wasn't having one of those dreams again. I couldn't help but imagine my husband’s reaction when he got to know I was finally carrying a treasure for him. My husband, Clinton Gates is a third-generation billionaire and the sole heir of Gates Group. Although he has been cold and indifferent to me, I have been fighting hard every day to fully win his heart. Despite his coldness towards me, never for once have I thought of giving up on our family. My hope for a change has been soaring even higher now that I was carrying his child.

Most of them cruel. “Poor woman.” “She must stay for the money.” “Classic billionaire marriage.” Another trending hashtag appeared. #PoorEmma Emma clicked a viral video before she could stop herself. An influencer stared dramatically into the camera. “Okay guys, so apparently billionaire CEO Dominic Sterling has been cheating on his pregnant wife for months… maybe years.” She paused for effect. “I feel bad for Emma. But honestly… are we surprised?” The comments exploded. She knew. Another trophy wife. She married money, not love.

He asked quietly, taking a seat by her side on the bed. “I just want you to do what you want to do. Don’t stay with me out of pity or something. Back there, the spotlight was on you and Danielle, you should go and enjoy it.” “Will you stop bringing that woman’s name in our conversation? Please? And for the spotlight, I careless about it. Adele I’m not staying here out of pity. I just found out my wife is pregnant and I’m excited. I want to spend time with you, not with some billionaire’s who have run out of ideas on how to spend their money so they go about organizing events to do shitty auctions. I would never choose that over you.”

' The man chuckled to himself and leaned against the door knowing that the damn sexy woman he just saw was his wife, legally! But well he had yet to win her heart which itself was his main mission, after all that's why he had arrived in her life. The influential man of the whole continent Lucas Petrakis, the man who had the world within the snap of his fingers. The multi billionaire man who could lit up a few thousand dollars in the fireplace to warm up his home, was serving as a manservant in Nathalie's home But the question which arises here is as to why such a man would go to this length to win her heart?

Keeion and Cyfer straightened up. They were just standing, you know they came from a high family. Your type is hard to reach because almost everything in them is perfect. There is no doubt that many women are obsessed with this cousin. Knowing that they are still super rich and both smart. Not surprisingly, there are many of these two. Handsome, yet rich! If you are God's favorite. But deep inside, I'm curious if anyone has won these two? Is there a woman in the queue who is the winner? Did Keeion and Cyfer choose one of them?

They remained in that closed position until they heard the clattering of glass on the marble floor, the formerly cute couple turned to look in the direction of where the sound had taken place. It was Sophia Halls, Abigail could recognize her from the big T.V she always sees on her way to the market. Once, her dad had told her Sophia Halls was the richest model , now she was standing just meters away from her. She wanted to rush to hug her but Sebastine's grip on her waist stopped her.

"I need to find the right woman first but trust parents they already pinned me down to Nancy" "The right woman? She just needs to be hot," Wade said. "And you don't even have to let marriage hold you back from the ladies. Billionaires can have as many mistresses as they want, right even though you get married to her ?" "I don't do mistresses," I said, twirling my empty glass in my fingers. It had been a while since I was with a woman; a few months, actually. But everyone knew that I was a billionaire. Women were after me for my money, and I was supposed to marry a woman in my league.

I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the negativity from the morning. Just as I start to relax, I glance across the room and freeze. There he is, Zachary Montgomery, my ex-boss, the man who treated me like a doormat, and the one I couldn't help but have a secret crush on. Why, of all days, does he have to be here now?

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!