Business Wife Novels & Stories

“Is that what your wife is to you, Mr. Walker? An investment?” “Everything I value is.” She laughed lightly “You’re brutally honest.” “Honesty saves time,” I said, twirling her around to the music rhythm as the evening breeze brushed against my face. “Your wife is beautiful,” Beatrice remarked, her voice smooth with a shade of envy. “But I hear she’s not very involved in your corporate affairs.” My jaw flexed. “My wife is not required to be.” She chuckled softly. “I only asked because my father believes in involving family in every business matter. He says it strengthens the brand.”

Outside the classroom, I heard her boast, “So what? I’m still his wife! I worked hard to get to where I stand today! And do you honestly think that an old woman can lead a company? “Don’t believe her lies! She’ll come begging for my husband’s help sooner or later. That company was her family’s work; she won’t let it go bankrupt! “What does a housewife know about business anyway?” Our classmates were doubtful, but no one dared to mock her. After all, Janice might have been a mistress, but her husband used to own the largest conglomerate in the country. Not to forget that people online love to exaggerate. I ignored them and walked to my seat. “Would you look at that, my darling daughter! Where

I had to navigate a new reality—a marriage that began with betrayal. As the wife of the Campbell family, I poured myself into the business. With my PhD in Business Administration, I turned the company into a powerhouse, closing deals and making waves in the corporate world. Sebastian and I grew closer after our baby was born. For a time, it felt like we could make it work. But tragedy struck. We lost our baby. The grief was unbearable. It tore us apart. Sebastian withdrew, growing cold and distant. I threw myself into work, keeping the company afloat while he played the part of a successful CEO. In truth, he leaned on me for everything.

"You guys stop us from working, or doing any business, because you want us to be housewives. But now, your wife gets to be the president of a company?” She scoffed and clapped her hands. "What a nice move!”

she replied, naughtiness crawling into her voice. "Now that you've mentioned it, I don't even trust you. You just want to trap me." "Impressive. My future husband knows me well. My body and I miss you like crazy. One night won't hurt." "You are always thinking about sex," I commented. "What are you always thinking about, if not bedroom-related stuff?" "Being productive, Gwen. I'm a married CEO. I have duties to fulfill as a CEO, a son, a friend, a businessman, and a husband."

“I will never have the luxury of a mere 40 hour working week. Which is why I will select a wife who will be content to focus on my needs and our children’s.” The quintessential corporate wife. Of course. Cara could just picture her too. She would be elegant poised well dressed and well bred because of an impeccable pedigree would be a must and of course stunningly beautiful. Oh and she would be the consummate Hostess handling of the children to the nanny while she hosted lavish dinner parties for her husband's friends and associates naturally at ease in this sumptuous surroundings and never once getting lost in the sprawling maze of marble tiled corridors and rooms. Cara swallowed a large sh

At twenty-seven years old, they were consistently breathing down her neck to get married, or at least bring someone home. She could remember the chilling words from her mother that day “Brenda your relentless pursuit of a career is absurd. You’re never going to be anything more than just a wife, the earlier you realize this and stop pursuing your empty dreams, the better it’ll be for you, else you’ll wake up one day and realize that you’ve wasted your life pursuing something you could never have"

Her job was just to coordinate what I needed. "Radella, come here, let's take a photo—" Mrs. Georgia, the wife of a minister called me and asked me to selfie together. These administrators are not just ordinary women. The wives of officials and several wives of established businessmen like me, the wives of other nobles who have careers outside of business.

"Come to your senses, Edmund Hills. You are a great man. Look at your business partners. What are their wives like? Does anyone come from a poor and chaotic family like Alice?" Again, Giselle shook her head. "No, their wives are all great people too. They are businesswomen, politicians, celebrities. No one relies on their husband for just living. You also need a woman like that, and that's me!" Unexpectedly, Edmund imitated Giselle's laugh. He even made it longer. When he stopped, his gaze became disdainful. "So you think, because I'm the CEO of a big company, I should have a CEO wife too?" He raised an eyebrow.

She remarked and gestured at my finger, “There's no ring on it, which means the boss is single and can be taken by anyone” “Is that why you're here?” “No, and you'll never know the reason why I'm here” “Okay” I shrugged my shoulder and leaned against the glass wall watching her “You can be the boss baby mama but you can never be his wife” I nod my head in total bewilderment, is the guts for me… “You can be my husband's personal assistant and that's all you'll always be to him”