My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

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 "Frankly, she's been withdrawn.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?”

Ryan There's no way this is happening. She can't be my wife, she's not the wife I married, there must be a mistake somewhere. The Emily I married had no one, she was an orphan, barely got an apartment to rest her head at night. There’s no way she’s an heiress, an heiress to Empire Company, the most renowned business company, not only in New York but internationally. This has to be a mistake, and I need to find out what’s really happening.

She cautioned, indirectly referring to herself. "His wife must be from a very wealthy home. Her father is prolly some other business tycoon or some governor's daughter or even president's daughter." Kelly speculated. "Or maybe his wife is just an ordinary girl like you and me." Adele looked at her and smiled. "I highly doubt that Mr. Kind will settle for ordinary." Kelly denied and she just nodded her head and leaned on her backrest. "Well he did." She whispered inaudibly as a wide smile spread on her face.

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

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.

He looked straight at her, his expression calm but intent. “Besides my husband, I have none,” she answered truthfully. “My interactions with rich people in the past were limited to my cleaning jobs.” Rich nodded slowly. “I understand. We can dig more, but it would take longer and cost more. If I had names, we could narrow things down and focus on specific individuals. However, without that, we would be casting our net very wide.” “I see,” Emily said quietly. “If I come across anything, I will let you know.”

While working, she glanced at the crumpled piece of paper still lying on the blanket. "Mr. Blackwood came last night, didn't he?" the nurse asked with a warm smile. "He said he couldn't sleep because he was worried about you. Coming all the way at midnight like that." Alina didn't answer. "You're so lucky, Ma'am," the nurse continued, her voice full of genuine admiration. "Having such an attentive husband. Handsome, wealthy, and devoted. Coming every day, bringing flowers, asking about your condition down to the smallest detail." She let out a small sigh. "These days, husbands like that are very rare. Not every woman is as fortunate as you, Ma'am."

"The initial capital for the Holloway contract came from my father. I asked him to structure it as a private loan instead of a direct family transfer because I didn't want my husband's success attributed to my name before he'd earned it in the public eye. That was my decision. My husband learned about it twenty minutes ago, same as I imagine you did." The reporter's pen paused mid-motion, clearly not expecting honesty to arrive so plainly. Sophia's composed expression cracked, just slightly, at the corners. "That's quite an admission," Sarah Klein said carefully. "Are you saying your husband was unaware of the source of his own company's founding capital?"