My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

"So, I'll tell you. Mr. Russo is my ex-husband. And Mrs. Russo, is his current wife." Renee's eyes widened. Her expression changed from disbelief to shock, like she couldn't believe what I'd told her. I shrugged and laughed at her reaction. "Yup. I *used* to be married to one of the wealthiest and most powerful CEOs in this region. Funny how life works out sometimes, doesn't it?"

"That's about the size of it yes. As I said, quid pro quo. We both get something from it. What do you say?" "I say that's very generous of you, Richard. But won't you be wanting to use it yourself? With your own family?" "No. I don't know if you're aware, but I got married recently and my wife and I are busy dealing with our new home." "No, I didn't know that. Congratulations." .... Wonder what she's like…? .... What kind of woman manages to hook a billionaire…? "You'll have to come for dinner sometime and meet Elizabeth." "Thank you. I'd like that."

"You´re nuts. You really have no idea who you have there? Whose wife she is? She´s worth far more to you for ransom than any third-world hustler´s going to give you." Now I have his attention. "What are you talking about? Who is she then?" "That´s Beth Haswell... Elizabeth Haswell... Richard Haswell´s wife..." He looks at me blankly. "You know... Richard Haswell... Billionaire... Owns half the fucking city. And that´s his wife you´re pawing at. He´ll pay a fortune to get her back, but he might not be so happy about it if he thinks you´ve been fingering his property."

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.

“So you don’t want anyone near me? Is that it?” Charlotte smirked, her eyes cold as she leaned in. “It’s that simple. Who do you think spread that rumor among the upper class, making sure no one wanted to marry you?” She pointed a finger at herself “I did. I wanted you to come crawling back to me, begging me to marry you. But no… you married a lowlife bitch who doesn’t even have a million dollars to her fucking name!!! How do you think that made me feel?!.” "You see, I’ve always known you’re a crazy bitch, but this…” He looked her up and down. “This is some next level shit. So I guess I have to make my warning more stern, stay the fuck away from my wife."

Maybe he has his reasons. As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

"Why didn't you mention that sooner?" "And whose party is it?" "Honestly I have no idea," I shrugged. She eyes me from head to toe, "now that you're a billionaires wife it is definitely a party for the rich." Her eyes glitter as she talks. Ruth has always admired the rich from afar, she says her goal is to build generational wealth but she doesn't need a man in the picture to do it for her. Sounds pretty cool but also impossible, I mean no one ever built generational wealth from working as a maid.

But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest. Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face. “Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced. Miles Scott. Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time. My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

If her husband cheated on her, who knew what sort of insane stunt she would pull next. While Serenity was pondering over how to ask Ruth what happened, Ruth spoke in a cold voice. “Did you know? My husband’s the richest man in Sommerset.” Serenity was shocked. “I-I didn’t know that,” she said, but she thought that Ruth was drunk. She turned to Pearl to find solace in someone who was just as shocked as she was. But Pearl was only shocked for a moment before she immediately became excited. “You finally admit it?! I knew you were lying to me before! Hey, why were you thinking about kicking your car while at the parking lot?”