Billionaire Trophy Wives Novels & Stories

It seemed crazy they were both busy at the same time. “I will pay ten thousand for that.” A voice beside her said. Amelia turned to see her husband raising his fan. She turned back to see what he was willing to purchase; it was a small necklace, with an angel pendant. She hadn’t listened to the attribute the Mc had mentioned, but she knew it was going to be something along the line – rare and one of a kind. She frowned at Mike, not believing he was willing to pay such an amount for a small necklace. Well, he was a billionaire. “I will pay twenty thousand.” Most of the people turned back to look at Shawn. He grinned at Mike while wriggling his brow.

"Do you find keeping abs so simple, Mrs. Woods?" After all, why is he annoyed after listening to me? I'm sure that after hearing me, it has hurt his male ego. "Of course, what's so special about having abs?" I remarked with a shoulder shrug. "Mrs. Woods, an architect who is worth a billion dollars, also needs to manage a business empire, whereas a model merely needs to worry about maintaining his physical appearance." He said this while turning his torso to face me. Oh god, why is he approaching me so closely?

"It’s serious money for you, huh? Take it and push off, will ya? Stop dreaming of becoming a wealthy socialite." Amanda keeps her mouth shut until she sees the amount. “A mere million? Is the Aiken family going bankrupt? And since you went to such lengths to find my parents’ graves, you must know I’m actually married to Riley. It’s not heavy money for Griffin CEO’s wife.” Amanda shrugs, looking askance at Aiken. Faye’s face flushes with anger as she erupts in a fit of rage, spewing words like venom. “Amanda Courtney. You should be thanking your lucky stars. No wonder your parents passed away in your early age. And Morris...”

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

The manager scoffed, “We are always here to make everyone feel good. That totals at fifty four million dollars” Roxana shakes her head in a negative way. She thinks the whole package is too small for some of her status and the family she is getting married into. She is a multimillionaire herself and her parents are multimillionaires. Her husband is a billionaire and his parents and grandparents are also billionaires.

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

"The perfect wife." His steel-blue eyes search mine. "Is it?" Before I can respond, Gregory approaches with business associates. I smile, shake hands, make appropriate conversation about art and philanthropy while internally cataloging escape routes. The evening passes in a blur of performances. I met Margaret Vale, whose husband owns half the commercial real estate downtown. Elena Kozlov, married to a tech billionaire who made his fortune in cryptocurrency. Caroline Westbrook, trophy wife number three to a pharmaceutical executive. They all wear the same armor I'm building. The same practiced smiles. The same carefully curated conversations that reveal nothing real.