Billionaire Trophy Wives Novels & Stories

She picked up her spoon and scooped a spoonful into her mouth. “Usually, we don't feed our captives with such sumptuous meals, but you are different. We did a background check and found out that you are not only the daughter of wealthy businessman Russell Gold, but also the daughter in-law to another goddam wealthy businessman, Ryan Gold. And the most interesting part is that you are married to his son, Shawn Gold, Vancouver's newly elected business chairman and the third richest youngest Billionaire. You are one lucky girl, aren't you?” Tiffany just moped at him in shock as he spoke.

The blonde woman touched Ruby's shoulder. "No, I'm not. I was thinking. Whether I should go back to Boston or not." Ruby smiled, picked up the glass, and slowly sipped the champagne her friend had filled. "Oh my God! Is it true that this billionaire already has a son? How could he keep it a secret? When did he get married? Crazy is crazy." A woman's shocked voice took center stage from the other end of the table. It didn't escape Ruby's attention either; she was also curious about who was being talked about.

“Wow. Do I need to curtsy?” Everyone around me laughed, including Estelle, Linden’s wife, Sadie, Cendric’s wife, whom I followed on I*******m. Of course, I already met Adley. I’ve watched London Striker’s wife, on the internet, who owns a ready-to-wear clothing brand, London Hester. And they were all billionaires. Damn. I wished I could vanish right now. If this floor had a hole, it could swallow me now. I didn’t care.

He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes. "That powerful CEO? The child in your womb is his?" asked Mark, confirming. Sherin nodded her head hesitantly. "Gosh, Sherin. I might not have a problem if your partner was another man. But this is... Xavier! You won't be able to marry him!" Sherin couldn't answer for a moment. However, a crazy idea in her brain made her think of something. "I'm going to Xavier's company office right now to discuss this-" "No way!" Mark cut Sherin off. "Sherin, listen, your name is already trending. You know, he has business connections to other companies. During your meetings with your boutique business colleagues, you're embarrassed be

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

He said coldly: "My wife graduated from the most prestigious university in the United States. Her time at the school continuously received scholarships with excellent achievements. My wife also won many awards there, bringing great resonance to the fashion industry. She is the youngest and most famous designer in this company, the number of contracts brought to the company recently is not a few. In addition, my wife is not "the one". that kind of thing,” she has a name, her name is Jennifer Martinez, from this perspective, all of the people present here are not qualified to carry her slippers.”

She says and the entire crowd bursts into laughter. "All the way from Boston, he was crowned America's most eligible billionaire bachelor foe three years in a row by Vogue, but he dropped the title after he marries american beauty Willow daughter of one the greatest oil producers in the world. He still didn't drop a title. The youngest billionaire in the world and fifth most richest person, here with his wife, please say hi to them," She says and I raise my hands in the air. They applaud for the both of us and I smile a them. They continued with the event as Luciano skates over to me.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.