My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

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."

“You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously hardworking,” he corrected, flashing her that lazy, self-satisfied grin that once infuriated her and now just made her heart ache. “Do you even realize, Belle? You’re richer than me now.” She blinked, unsure if he was joking or not. “That’s not true.” “Oh, it’s painfully true,” Richard said, feigning dramatic despair. “The empire has shifted. The mighty Richard Barton dethroned by his wife — a woman who owns half the world’s real estate and a vineyard that makes wine I can’t afford anymore.”

"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?"

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

"A new private jet, wow, I should have known, I forgot you are a billionaire, how did I not know my husband is so fucking rich and influential? Wow, I sometimes forget how wealthy you are, so much money, I married rich, not a lot of people can relate. She talked on, at this rate she was sure Rafael might be rethinking his decision to marry her or even to go on this trip but she couldn't stop chit chatting. "Almost a trillionaire, just a few more loads and good deal and I will enter that league, so better get used to it, and also the attention that I plan on giving you," He said proudly. "Yes, sir, I am looking further to it," "Why do you keep saying, sir?" "It's fun,"