Business Wife Novels & Stories

The words were coming out slowly from Marias fingers on the keyboard. I think what people really mean by this question is why do people need a wife. Getting married has to do with having someone you can talk to in good and bad situation in life. A wife can be a friend and companion. People need a wife because they want someone to care for them and be there, for them when they need it. A wife can make a person feel happy and loved. The person sent a response away. The response came quickly. Business. The woman was so unhappy with the response she got. She was not satisfied, with what she had written so she typed again. The woman was trying to get her words right and typed again.

Even to this day, Silas still remembered what she had said to him on that lawn. "Silas, the company just went public, so I probably won't be able to devote much time to our family. I know I'm a pretty headstrong woman. I'm not the sentimental type who can come up with all kinds of romantic gestures, but I'll do my best to be a good wife. Trust me." At the time, the sight of the shrewd businesswoman acting like such a klutz when it came to romance had melted Silas' heart. He'd gripped her hand and gently replied, "It's fine. I'll just be the one who takes care of you."

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

I took a slow sip, letting the cool liquid wet my throat, buying myself a second longer than necessary. “My wife is exceptionally intelligent,” I said calmly. “She graduated top of her class from Cambridge University, specializing in financial analytics and international accounting. Her skill set is impressive by any standard.” A ripple of surprise passed through the group. I continued smoothly. “That said, I’m a businessman before anything else. I’ve always believed in drawing a clear line between my personal life and my professional responsibilities. Family and business each have their place, and I don’t confuse the two.” Their expressions shifted slightly.

"So, tell me, how come a beautiful woman like you is single? No man in your life? What a shame." I thinned my lips. "None at the moment. I'm focused on my career, not a relationship. It's not a priority in my life." "Ah, I see. You're one of those independent, career-driven women. And definitely not wife material." His words caught me off guard and I paused, "Excuse me? Not wife material? What is that supposed to mean?" "Exactly what I said. You're not wife material. You're focused on your career, you probably don't even know what a kitchen looks like. Am I right?"

I could feel a few veins popping on my neck. “Get off my back then and return to your work! I ain't here for you anyway.” The maids in the living room shift their wary glances between their current boss and former boss. The air told me all I needed to know about her personality with others. She must’ve treated workers here like shit. “You know,” she starts, popping a grape fruit in her mouth. “A business contract DOES NOT make you a wife — his wife especially.” My breath hitched in my throat.

"I'd rather fail on my own terms than succeed as someone's unwanted wife." "You? What do you know about business? Girls don't understand business!" Victoria shouted after me as I headed for the stairs. "You should marry a good husband and support him and raise children! That's what women are meant to do! Do you think you can run a company? Don’t be ridiculous!"

He was, as always, composed and authoritative, the type of man who could command a room with a single look. Izzy found herself both admiring and intimidated by him. Watching him interact with investors, deflect challenging questions with ease, and build connections seamlessly made her realize just how powerful he truly was. And as his wife, she was an extension of that power—a role she was only now starting to understand. After hours of mingling and meetings, they finally returned to their suite, exhausted but satisfied with the day’s success. Izzy dropped her bag on the bed and sighed, slipping out of her heels with a groan.

Sasha: "...... Dine! The smile on the corner of Edwardyan's mouth deepened a little. Although his wife is still cold at the moment, he doesn't know why, he just feels that she is shy. In his previous life, why didn't he find out that his wife was so ...... Lovely. It seems that in the future, it will be quite interesting to tease my wife without anything. However, in order to avoid making his wife furious, Edward decided to stop here today and obediently sit down to eat according to his wife's request. After eating a few bites, Edward saw that Sasha was obviously in a good mood, and said casually: "Wife." I want to go back to work. Sasha's movements were suddenly paused: "Go back to work?" B