My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

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

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.

“You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously hardworking,” he corrected, flashing her that lazy, self-satisfied grin that once infuriated her and now just made her heart ache. “Do you even realize, Belle? You’re richer than me now.” She blinked, unsure if he was joking or not. “That’s not true.” “Oh, it’s painfully true,” Richard said, feigning dramatic despair. “The empire has shifted. The mighty Richard Barton dethroned by his wife — a woman who owns half the world’s real estate and a vineyard that makes wine I can’t afford anymore.”

"So, I'll tell you. Mr. Russo is my ex-husband. And Mrs. Russo, is his current wife." Renee's eyes widened. Her expression changed from disbelief to shock, like she couldn't believe what I'd told her. I shrugged and laughed at her reaction. "Yup. I *used* to be married to one of the wealthiest and most powerful CEOs in this region. Funny how life works out sometimes, doesn't it?"

She was very happy because it was Rylan's product. “Aurora, you are so lucky to be married to Rylan Blackwood. Do you know his family is as rich as this country?” She asked, smiling sheepishly. She cut me off from my thoughts, “No, I don't. I have never heard that.” I said, with a slight smile. She held my shoulders, her eyes shining wide. “You really don't know? Aurora, how don't you know? You are a wealthy heirs wife. Do you know what that means?”

To most people, marrying into a wealthy family is the ultimate jackpot in life for them, but to me, it was a burden I didn’t want. I had heard about wealthy people and their marriages, especially women who are not in the same social class as they are. My father himself comes from a very wealthy family. In fact, they are one of the first families to invest in the oil industry in America during the mid 60’s. They also invested in the train industry in the early 20th century, so you can say his family is what we call old money. My mother came from an average lower middle-class home turned orphan.

I was horrified when he let go of my shoulders; he slid his palms, and they stopped in the middle of my arms. I closed my eyes completely when I felt how his lips pressed against the skin of my neck. “Yeah, my wife. But that doesn't mean your parents were as rich as us. In our world of real rich people, your parents are the poorest. That's why they're not here now. They are not invited. We don't invite poor people like them. You should be thankful because I'm your husband, otherwise, you can't attend tonight.” The truth slapped me: my husband is one of the richest people in the whole world, making me realize that he doesn't have the wealth that my parents or our family have.

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.

"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."

"The initial capital for the Holloway contract came from my father. I asked him to structure it as a private loan instead of a direct family transfer because I didn't want my husband's success attributed to my name before he'd earned it in the public eye. That was my decision. My husband learned about it twenty minutes ago, same as I imagine you did." The reporter's pen paused mid-motion, clearly not expecting honesty to arrive so plainly. Sophia's composed expression cracked, just slightly, at the corners. "That's quite an admission," Sarah Klein said carefully. "Are you saying your husband was unaware of the source of his own company's founding capital?"