My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

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..."

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

Instead, he wanted her to give her the respect a daughter-in-law of the Ford family deserves. “Is that Catherine and Rome?” Richard mumbled as he stared at his cousin and her husband in disbelief. “Yes,” Jeff said with hate in his eyes. “She looks like a freaking billionaire’s wife.” “It's crazy how much money she's willing to waste to give her husband a reputable reputation in the public eye.” Feeling annoyed, Richard sighed and said, “He's a poor bastard, and she's going to the extreme to make him look like he's not. It's stupid.”

"A new private jet, wow, I should have known, I forgot you are a billionaire, how did I not know my husband is so fucking rich and influential? Wow, I sometimes forget how wealthy you are, so much money, I married rich, not a lot of people can relate. She talked on, at this rate she was sure Rafael might be rethinking his decision to marry her or even to go on this trip but she couldn't stop chit chatting. "Almost a trillionaire, just a few more loads and good deal and I will enter that league, so better get used to it, and also the attention that I plan on giving you," He said proudly. "Yes, sir, I am looking further to it," "Why do you keep saying, sir?" "It's fun,"

“Emma, do you really have to go through with this marriage?” “Try to understand,” she said softly, but there was a calculating undertone in her voice. “I wasn’t born to work tirelessly or be a confined housewife. I want to enjoy life, and to do that, I need to be with a wealthy man. I want to live in luxury, dine at the finest restaurants, wear designer clothes, adorn myself with jewelry worth thousands of dollars, travel in style, and experience new adventures…” Emma eagerly listed her desires, her eyes gleaming as she envisioned the opulent future ahead.

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

in her opinion usually means “a lot.” I put my hand up to my forehead, I hadn't had a chance to see all the things Mrs. Brown bought me last time, and of course I had no chance to try it on. Now she was buying me more new things. Then that dressing room would definitely be full. "She is a billionaire's wife, and the way she spends money is also different from ordinary people." I sighed. When I said that, I didn't really think much of it, I simply admired Mrs. Brown. However, Matthew turned to look at me again and said seriously, "You're also the billionaire's wife."