My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

She said that she had grown up relying on others. I felt sorry for her and swore to give her a warm home. When we got married, I did everything I could to give her a grand wedding and bought the diamond ring she loved. At that time, I felt like the happiest man in the world. In the second year of our marriage, Emma was born. Although we were poor, those days were full of laughter. I thought we would stay happy like that forever. However, three years ago, on Emma’s third birthday, John came to me with a medical report.

“I’m his wife. Mother of his two kids.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. For a moment, everything went silent except for the low hum of the TV. My chest tightened painfully. “His… wife?” I whispered, looking at Richard. “You’re married?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. The woman his wife stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You think a man like him doesn’t have a family? The late nights, the ‘business trips’… you really thought you were special?”

“Please—" "Look at you," she hissed in disgust as she cut me off. "Sitting there in your cheap maternity dress, stuffing your face with my son's wealth and rubbing your stomach as if you've secured a permanent place in this house. You must think you’ve finally found your fairy tale, haven't you? You think because Damien dragged you back into his bed last night, you have won this little game." "Eleanor, please, I am his wife—" I tried to interject as tears stung my eyes.

But Amelia wasn't the quiet, easily dismissed wife anymore. She was a billionaire in her own right, formidable enough to expose corporate fraud within weeks of taking control, magnetic enough to draw genuine attention from a man who apparently had his choice of more conventional, uncomplicated partners. If Adrian Kingsley genuinely fell for Amelia, publicly, permanently, the media narrative would shift entirely. No longer the wife Damian carelessly discarded, finding unexpected success on her own. Instead, the woman who had not only survived her divorce but emerged triumphant, claiming a partner more polished than the man who had failed to appreciate her.

"You're beautiful, and clearly talented. I admire that. Whatever Sebastian Cole can offer you, I can match." Naomi couldn't help a short laugh. "If the Xiao name carried that kind of weight, wouldn't it be the Mr Voss family running things instead of the Coles?" His expression curdled instantly. He grabbed her wrist. "You dare look down on me? You have no idea what the Mr Voss name means in this city." He'd had someone dig into her background the moment Ms. Dawson mentioned her name and the results had genuinely surprised him. The mysterious Mrs. Blackwood, once married into serious money, now divorced and raising a child alone.

Rain said with a smile. Meanwhile, on the other side, Natasha sat in her room, she was in deep thought as she thought about her sister for a second then shook off her thoughts. never for once has she ever thought about Rain so why think about her now? Moreover, i am even pitying her? How absurd, she has the richest man in the city as her husband. At the end of it all, she always gets the best and i end up having her leftovers. Natasha you must only focus on your wedding next week, settle with the man of your dreams and have more babies.

The other party's family background was certainly of epic proportions, and Yara no doubt had the best chance out of anyone else. "Haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘the wife of a rich man is never truly free’? You’re just waiting to live as an unhappy and resentful wife," Linda shot back. Yara did not take offense with those words at all. Instead, she said triumphantly, "So what if I’m an unhappy and resentful wife? I’d rather be a resentful wife in a house full of luxury brands than marry a poor man who has to rely on a woman to get by."

Dominic said. Blake was silent for a very long while, and finally, he nodded. "Yeah, sure. She may be dumb, but she is still my wife." Hearing him call me his wife did something to me, and I wished we weren't married in these circumstances. Who wouldn't want to be the wife of Blake Robinson, one of the richest billionaires in town? But it was challenging being his wife when he hated you. "Great, now I believe my job here is done. Helen, I would like to get to know you more sometime. Maybe we could meet at one of my parties these days. I host the best parties ever." He said and kissed my palm.

However, when the meal was almost over, the old grandpa suddenly called Damian Desmond. 'Grandpa...' Damian Desmond elegantly put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and answered. 'I heard you haven't had time to see Miss Richart lately?' Loona Richart is the granddaughter of Richart Group chairman Charlie Richart; Mr. Richard and Mr. Desmond are also considered to have known each other for decades; if the two families get married, it can be regarded as a typical example of registration for each other.