Billionaire Trophy Wives Novels & Stories

“You were one of my strengths during my pregnancy though you were taking care of your new born babies, you started a whole fashion line that keeps doing wonderfully well and you keep managing your toy company. Girl, it's not easy but you make it look like it and you do an amazing job while at it, we are all so proud of you. You deserve every good thing and I hope you continue winning from here on. Welcome to the BILLIONAIRE CLASS. To Catherine.” We all cheered and I smiled, fighting away the tears that threatened to fall. Hearing it from someone else had my heart swelling up, I had come so far after my marriage with Ross. Mrs Anderson couldn't even dare speak to me now the way she did that n

Clementine answered me like it was so obvious, "we may be married to old ugly men, exception being you because Mr Aebischer is...hot, but they've all got mistresses to sate their sexual needs which are little to none existent and we're written in their wills so if they were to die we would be so wealthy, we could wipe our asses and blow our noses with $100 bills." "So what are we? Housewives?" I asked them, as I leaned back in my chair. "No, no, honey," Beverly shook her head, "we're not housewives," she raised her finger, stopping me from speaking, "we're the trophy wives." "Just because you add the to the word, doesn't suddenly make me proud to about to become one," I stated, sombrely.

Looking at everything spread across the bed now, she knew her net worth had climbed into the trillions. If the Roth Empire had not partially merged with Titan Capital Group, she might have ended up wealthier than her own husband. “Frank,” she said suddenly. The second he heard the change in her voice, Franklin turned toward her completely. The look in his eyes made it obvious he would tear the whole world apart for her if she asked. “Just say it.” “It’s the weekend,” she said quietly. “I think we should visit Blackridge Maritime Group on Monday.” Franklin nodded immediately. “Done.”

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 gestured to the clothes I had unwrapped on the bed. I nodded. He nodded too. “You know the trophy you were holding...” “Yeah?” “Arjun won it for being in the top 10 most successful businesses owned by a young person.” “Really?” My eyes widened. “Yup, that was his first trophy. He then went on to winning many more trophies after that, including most useful business awards, America's big youngest business owner, and another award about being the hottest CEO or something.” As he spoke, I watched how his smile never left his face.

My dress was down near my waist, and my breasts had two tiny red blocks placed strategically over the nipples. My hands started shaking as I scrolled down further. “The rich really ARE different – as in freaky … Connor Templeton, of the world-famous billionaire Templeton family, can be seen here getting nasty with a young woman he allegedly paid $50,000. For what? You be the judge.

His parents forced Jane to leave George at the expense of her daughter’s life. Jane left as soon as the baby was born as promised without her baby just for her baby to have a better life in the billionaire’s household. “You don’t deserve Ben. A young eligible billionaire like him should not be humiliated by the public because of an illegitimate child like you. And that is why Jenny will be the one to marry him.” Elizabeth said. “We can’t lose the long term friendship between both families and a contract worth millions of dollars just because you’re a bastard. So if you really want the best for the company as you have claimed,then find a way to explain this to dad. I must marry Ben.” Jenny sa

It must have left a hole in his pocket. Ethan sighed and stopped before they entered the villa. He turned Amelia to face him and said while holding her arms. "You're my wife. The money I make is for spending on you. Don't worry… I'm a billionaire for a reason. It means I have a lot of money. Plus… I'm not entirely dumb… this place will generate tons of profit so it's an investment too." He said and claimed her lips once more. He seemed to be addicted to her lush lips.

He smiled so I frowned. "You think if you read the contract you can still run away from this wedding?" he asked smiling at me now. I can't stop frowning. This is the reason why they said that he's a devil in disguise in a tuxedo. “Your sister already asks for half a billion. You think you can still manage to pay for it?” My lip was left open because of that. "Huh?" I can’t help but be surprised. Even my few years of acting have not been able to pay for that. I don’t have that much money yet! Big Sister doesn't think!

Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.