My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

Forced to taste every inch of Shena's lips to the point of restraining her from breaking the kiss. Shena was half-drunk, and her ears were divided by the whispering voices of the visitors. "What a bitch! Why is she kissing that rich CEO?!" "Isn't that guy Xavier? The CEO of a well-known company?" "Hey, who's the woman Xavier kissed? Is it his new bitch? His new money plaything?" Shena could still hear that the voices of the visitors around her were cursing her. But Shena couldn't do anything to retaliate.

Her stepmother's voice was low and she could barely hear anything from her. "I don't care, mummy. I will marry the stranger. I thought he was just from a wealthy home but have you seen him? He puts celebrities to shame. Where am I supposed to get someone handsome and wealthy to wed? It's as if you are giving her everything on a gold platter. I thought you didn't like her.'

She said it with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Woods. Yet your contracted husband is a specialist in every area. You are incredibly lucky to have a husband like that—one with model-like looks, culinary prowess on par with a chef at a five-star hotel, and the ability to create a stunning garment out of nothing more complicated than a set of bedsheets for his wife. Being with you made me realize how many talents I possess." Despite my best attempts, I was unable to keep a smile on my face when she referred to our marriage as a "contracted marriage." I didn't want to show how horrible I felt about it.

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.

Outside of work, they went for candlelit dinners, visited museums, and ate seafood at a street stall she had never been willing to visit with me. She had once said to me, "I'm a CEO. I can't eat at places like that. It's beneath me." But in front of Cedric, Tiffany had no status to maintain. She was just a woman in love. … Three days until the deadline, Tiffany finally came home. She had been away for over two weeks, and during that time, I never once contacted her. Looking at the spotless mansion, she realized, perhaps for the first time, what I had contributed to our five years of marriage.

Because what in the heck is that crazy laugh and attitude? “I mean it, Will. I want you. And before you say no, hear me out. I’m married to one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in this city. If you doubt me, type my name in the search bar once I leave here. Vicky Blanc. You’re going to get every detail on my husband there.” She let out and before I could say a word, she continued.

Mia asked. "Come on, Mia. We were coursemates." Cara laughed softly. "I remember that little apartment of yours and you running to work after classes. Honestly, seeing you here is surprising." Mia remained silent. "Don't misunderstand me," Cara continued. "I'm actually impressed. This summit isn't for ordinary people. The guest list alone is terrifying." This place is filled with people who move markets." Her eyes swept across the room. "My husband and I practically live on airplanes now. We have penthouses and villas in different countries , and a house on the coast that we barely even use.

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.

Making me in a center of this conversation to make me feel little with these rich people. I tilted my head and gave all of them a smug smile. "I'm clean." I honestly answered. They all boo and laugh at me. I chuckle and laugh at their reactions. Well, I'm not as rich as them so I am not bratty like them. "Oh, I heard about you marrying a billionaire!" A girl exclaimed excitedly. My confused expression made her answer, "Word travels fast. Ever since that wedding, everyone is talking about you. Your life is like a fairytale you know?" The girl said, her eyes shining with admiration.