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.

"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.

I asked as I was starting to freak out. I can't be married to the hidden billionaire. It’s so unbelievable to be real. “My husband is Ricardo?” “The richest hidden billionaire in our city?” "I don't believe you" i shook my head. "Drake!”he turned to his driver. “ can you take a u turn to any nearest mall? I can't bring my wife home dressed up like this" he ignored me as he instructed his driver on what to do next. My cheeks slightly burnt when he called me his wife.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

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

Michael pushes. “I’m married to Maxwell Sturgis, I am a rich woman. I don’t want to be on a poster or billboard, I want to be next to my husband,” I reply. Max grabs my hand, “Michael, please take your foot off mine and refrain from talking about my wife’s body.” Michael has a smug look, “Tell you what Max. I will sign your contract, plus I’m willing to give your company a little more liberty if you loan me your wife for just a night or two.”

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."]

They remained in that closed position until they heard the clattering of glass on the marble floor, the formerly cute couple turned to look in the direction of where the sound had taken place. It was Sophia Halls, Abigail could recognize her from the big T.V she always sees on her way to the market. Once, her dad had told her Sophia Halls was the richest model , now she was standing just meters away from her. She wanted to rush to hug her but Sebastine's grip on her waist stopped her.

“Do you know how much money I have?” “I can imagine and I also can't imagine,” she laughed. “My husband is worth more than silver and gold to me. I really believe he'll achieve something great in the future.” Eric glanced at Lucas who was sprouting an invisible smile on his face. Ah, now he knew why he couldn't let this one go. “Is that so?” Eric chuckled. “Who knows? Your husband just might be a secret billionaire.” Lucas glared at him but Eric grinned back, making him roll his eyes. He turned to Evelyn instead and looked at her tenderly. Her kind words were warmly received and it fueled his heart with so much warmth for her.

“I’m his wife. Mother of his two kids.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. For a moment, everything went silent except for the low hum of the TV. My chest tightened painfully. “His… wife?” I whispered, looking at Richard. “You’re married?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. The woman his wife stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You think a man like him doesn’t have a family? The late nights, the ‘business trips’… you really thought you were special?”