My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

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.

"It's fine, Ethan. I'll figure the project out myself." The ruder she gets, the more he'll hate her for it. And once she landed this Sinclair deal for the family, the title of Mrs. Blackwood was as good as hers. A flicker of pride crossed her face as she strode out of Ethan's office, chin held high. More than a few employees watched her go with poorly concealed disdain. If Naomi were still here, this deal wouldn't be stuck in the mud like this. The whole floor had read the reports. Everyone knew Ethan was still legally married. And still, Chloe clung to him like nothing had changed. It didn't sit right with most of them.

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."

I want to see everything and every detail of the big day. I saw a picture of the couple kissing and I gasped for a second. "No way!" I cried, it is unbelievable to see that a woman who had refused marriage to an average rich man sometime ago is currently married to one of the richest billionaires in the state. I sat on the couch for a longer while, looking at the screen of my phone like a dummy. The power was returned but I had lost the appetite to watch my program.

I heard my mom's voice, and immediately I rushed towards her. "Mom, you wouldn't believe what I just saw today, or rather heard today." "Becky, if it's about your shameless sister, then my ears are closed. I don't want to hear anything about her here in this house." "Oh really?" I asked, when she turned to walk away. "What if I told you she's now the wife of Hayden Smith, the richest billionaire in New York." She halted just immediately, and made a turn to stare at her.

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."