Novel & Cerita My Rich Wife

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

She's standing on my porch, drinking my vodka, from my cup. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to insult you, princess, just that I don't think Mr. Graham would know anyone like—" "I'm his damn wife." I pushed her slightly with my shoulder and stormed into the house. "If you are his wife why don't you know about the party?" The lady snapped back at me, and I hated to admit that she was somehow right. The red-haired lady wouldn't be the one to kill my mood. I didn't want to dwell on the fact that my husband, whom I'd been married to for three years, hadn't told his friends about our marriage.

“Do you know how much money I have?” “I can imagine and I also can't imagine,” she laughed. “My husband is worth more than silver and gold to me. I really believe he'll achieve something great in the future.” Eric glanced at Lucas who was sprouting an invisible smile on his face. Ah, now he knew why he couldn't let this one go. “Is that so?” Eric chuckled. “Who knows? Your husband just might be a secret billionaire.” Lucas glared at him but Eric grinned back, making him roll his eyes. He turned to Evelyn instead and looked at her tenderly. Her kind words were warmly received and it fueled his heart with so much warmth for her.

"NO! That only happened once. It was a mistake! Didn't you marry me for money and the fancy life? You got shares in Moretti Corporation. You had everything you could only dream of before. Now you're my wife - the woman married to the richest CEO in the country. You have everything other people can only wish for. So stop acting like a child and listen to me. Come back tomorrow." A small smile came to my lips as I laughed and cried at the same time. "Wife of the richest CEO? My life was worse than someone living on the streets.

When she laughed, it was not with joy but with the brittle sound of glass breaking. “They eat it up like wolves,” she said, tossing the magazine aside with a flick of her wrist. Her green eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Every headline makes her look cheaper, dirtier. And the timing oh, it is delicious. Damian is out of the city, isn’t he? Absent. Silent. That silence will speak louder than any denial she can muster.” Helena’s gaze remained fixed on one of the glowing screens. The headline blared in bold letters, Billionaire’s wife Hides a Dark Past, Secret Child in Russia? She tapped her manicured nail against the glass, savoring the rhythm like a drumbeat of victory.

Mia asked. "Come on, Mia. We were coursemates." Cara laughed softly. "I remember that little apartment of yours and you running to work after classes. Honestly, seeing you here is surprising." Mia remained silent. "Don't misunderstand me," Cara continued. "I'm actually impressed. This summit isn't for ordinary people. The guest list alone is terrifying." This place is filled with people who move markets." Her eyes swept across the room. "My husband and I practically live on airplanes now. We have penthouses and villas in different countries , and a house on the coast that we barely even use.

"Where are you going? Don't tell me you're worried about the hospital bill. "Relax. My wife is the richest woman in Seavora. This much money is nothing to her."

“It’s been a long time, Mrs. Walton. Hopefully the trip was good.” Mrs. Walton How the words become a mockery to her existence? It made her cringed and shivered at how she once holds the role of Harry’s wife. The wife of a real estate developer, owner of one of the most luxurious real estate company in the States. With its branches stemming out to other countries as well, Harry was practically a king. Enjoying his life as a billionaire and savouring the life style by indulging himself with all things fancy and nothing but the best for him and her, once upon a time ago.

She looked at me with a smile on her face. “Can I ask you?” “Yes, go ask me. I will answer you gladly.” She said. “Is this our house?” I roam my eyes across the mansion. Even now, I still can’t believe it. That I am the wife of a rich man. A billionaire. “Yes, he made this house just for you,” she says to me. I smiled out of nowhere. Wow, I already have my own house. I thought it wouldn’t happen. I just sell fish in the market.

Keeion and Cyfer straightened up. They were just standing, you know they came from a high family. Your type is hard to reach because almost everything in them is perfect. There is no doubt that many women are obsessed with this cousin. Knowing that they are still super rich and both smart. Not surprisingly, there are many of these two. Handsome, yet rich! If you are God's favorite. But deep inside, I'm curious if anyone has won these two? Is there a woman in the queue who is the winner? Did Keeion and Cyfer choose one of them?