Novel & Cerita My Rich Wife

“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

It was the twenty fourth day in the month of November precisely nine Thirty four AM in the morning. "Mrs. Robinson" A lady in her late forties called out from the door side as she walked close to go give Mrs. Robinson a warm embrace. She had seen Mrs. Robinson in her shiny red long gown which flowed flawlessly on the ground. She had her hair done in a way that it was going to be envied by a lot of friends that came to the party to see her. Mrs. Robinson was the wife of the richest Billionaire in Seattle. A lot of person's envied her family and wished to have her kind all to themselves.

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.”

“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."

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

Jonathan has sent a message this time. ["It looks like my dear sister-in-law likes the rich man. Is this why you wanted to get shares so badly to become rich? Are you trying to satisfy her? But alas! brother! Your wife doesn't just want a rich man, she wants a handsome man. Not a crippled and ugly person like you. The wife you were so proud of I think she will leave you very soon for some rich man. I suggest you to keep your eyes on her because if you don't keep an eye on your wife, one day she will be gone right under your nose and you can't do anything about it."]

I said looking at everyone "She must be living in a forest villa right now," Maya mumbled. I look at her side. "As much as I know Richard, he was a sybarite who loved to live in luxury. He must have kept his wife in a place that is full of luxury. After all, he too would go to spend time with his wife." She said and then turned her face towards everyone.