My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

Rain said with a smile. Meanwhile, on the other side, Natasha sat in her room, she was in deep thought as she thought about her sister for a second then shook off her thoughts. never for once has she ever thought about Rain so why think about her now? Moreover, i am even pitying her? How absurd, she has the richest man in the city as her husband. At the end of it all, she always gets the best and i end up having her leftovers. Natasha you must only focus on your wedding next week, settle with the man of your dreams and have more babies.

"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."

“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."

“Richard didn’t cheat on me with my best friend.” “Even if he didn’t. He has been with hundreds of women before you, and typical Richy is probably somewhere in bed with a hoe having the time of his life as we speak and here you are, acting like a good wife. A good wife who will still end up hurt and in ruin.”

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:

The fact that I got married to my husband elder brother because that was the only way that I could get to survive. Was it the fact that I made one of my husband's admirers to commit suicide because I was so quick to judge. "How are you doing?" Another lady asked me. "I'm doing so great, I guess. What about you?" I replied them It was so awkward to be amongst the midst of the lady who were here. I felt a little bit inferior amongst them even though Ryan was the richest in the friend's group. "Would you like to join the rich wife's club?" Why do they have to make everything about our husband?

Another lady in blue chiffon replied on Clarice's behalf. “I'm sorry, but whatever problems my husband and I might even have shouldn't even be a topic of discussion for anyone else.” Nadia stated and the women looked at each other. “But honey, you are married to a rich man. And your husband is amongst the elites. He's among the top three richest men in Russia. So of course your life is going to be a constant news for the whole world to see.” Clarice smiled.

"NO! That only happened once. It was a mistake! Didn't you marry me for money and the fancy life? You got shares in Moretti Corporation. You had everything you could only dream of before. Now you're my wife - the woman married to the richest CEO in the country. You have everything other people can only wish for. So stop acting like a child and listen to me. Come back tomorrow." A small smile came to my lips as I laughed and cried at the same time. "Wife of the richest CEO? My life was worse than someone living on the streets.

"Thank you. But I'll answer this one." Damien closed his mouth. Something in his face eased, almost like pride, and he stepped back to stand against the wall. She turned to the table. "Yes. I have a son. His name is Theo, and he is six days old. I left a marriage where I was struck in front of guests, starved, and thrown to the floor while I was in labor. I did not run from it. I counted every day of it, and I used every day to take this company's enemies apart." Her voice did not rise. "If any of you think that makes me unfit to lead, say so now, to my face, and not behind it."

Different good or different bad? I stared at the screen. I don’t know yet. Ivy called. I answered. “Hello.” “Finally!” I smiled. “Why are you shouting?” “Because you got married yesterday and barely told me anything today.” “There isn’t much to tell.” “Amara.” “What?” “You are living with a billionaire.” “So?” “So? That’s all you’re giving me?” I laughed. “Ivy, nothing happened.” “Nothing?” “Nothing.” She became quiet. “Are you okay?”