My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

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.

"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.