Mr Tycoons Daring Wife Novels & Stories

Mrs Arnold spoke lovingly as she knocked on the door of her husband's study. Seeing no movement on the door knob, she continued knocking continuously wanting her husband to open. After a few knocks on the door, it was finally opened and Mr Arnold swagged out without looking at his wife and went straight to the table. Mrs Arnold didn't mind that she was ignored. As long as he walked out of the room, it was enough for her. She quickly followed her husband behind and soon, the entire family sat at the diner table except for Rain whose where about was unknown to the family.

Everyone was stunned when they heard what he said. 'Did I hear him right? Fatty wants to take Nicole to meet Mr. Wyance?' they thought. Dillon was the first to start yelling, "What are you going on about? Who is Nicole to meet Mr. Wyance?" 'We've been so busy vying with McCarthy Corporation for that piece of land that even I've had a hard time meeting with Mr. Wyance. Nicole is a nobody; why does she get to meet Mr. Wyance?' Dillon thought to himself.

A steady, subtle snore echoed through the air with each exhale. Carina Scodelario is now his wife. Eric took his glass of champagne and silently enjoyed the success. He now fully owns the Dreamscape company. He was trying to grab this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he didn't need anyone's permission anymore. Today has passed without a single incident.

Marianne asked, extending her hand to Lexus. Am I invisible here? I should’ve gone to Bangui Windmills first! “Not interested. I’m with my wife,” he replied coldly. My heart did a happy dance. Ericka laughed on the side while Marianne looked around, disoriented. “Where? I don’t see her—” Marianne froze when she turned to me. Lexus pulled me closer and embraced me. “She’s my wife,” he said, holding up our wedding rings. Marianne’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Tsk.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

I remembered every detail of that night. A sudden acute myocarditis had struck me. The situation was critical, so the doctors scheduled an emergency heart surgery. As I signed the pre-op forms, my hand trembled so badly I could barely write. “Where’s my wife?” I asked. The nurse’s face was full of sympathy. “Mr. Drake, Mrs. Drake had urgent company matters. She’ll be back soon.” Even as the anesthesia began to take hold on the operating table, I thought—when she arrived, I would give her a piece of my mind.

She answered, biting down her lip. The woman’s eyes lit up even further, “Oh really? I do too.” Then she paused, a short laughter leaving her mouth as she pointed to her stomach, “At least I used to before this happened, but it feels so good to finally meet a ‘Billy-Wife’ whose job isn’t a model, actress or luxury brand owner.” “Billy-wife?” Katelyn’s brown knitted in confusion. “Billionaire wife.” Mr Ericson answered for her, gazing down at his wife with unbridled affection, “That’s just what my wife calls them for short.”

But when I tightened my grip on his arm, he trembled with feigned fear, refusing to meet Diana's gaze. "Diana Parker!" I snapped, turning to her with a glare sharp enough to cut. My voice burned with the righteous anger of a betrayed wife. "I never thought you'd stoop so low, using your position to force my husband? I will make sure you face justice!" I was unyielding, claiming the moral high ground. The reporters scribbled furiously, eating up every word. Tycoon wife, handsome husband, office scandal, assault allegations... each detail was headline gold.

“Daddy needs to take care of his pregnant wife.” They went upstairs to their bedroom. Richard laid her gently on the bed and made slow, passionate love to her, whispering how much he loved her, how proud he was of the family they had built together, how he would never let her go. Maya came with his name on her lips, her body surrendering completely to the man who had claimed her heart, body, and future. She had started as Tyler’s wife. She had ended as Richard’s everything. And she had never been happier.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”