My Rich Wife Novels & Stories

"It is Valancourt." I laugh. "Valancourt," I repeat, laughing again. "Like the Valancourts? The shipping empire? The banking fortune? The family that has been wealthy for longer than this country has even existed?" "Yes, sir." "That is impossible. My wife is not... she is not one of them. She is ordinary. She wears old sweaters and reads books and cooks dinner from scratch, someone from that type of family has maids who do everything for her. She does not have a hundred million dollars in a trust fund. She is not... she is not that."

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.”

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

– she says while she stands up I look at her while I lift one of my eyebrows. “Married, see?” – she says showing me her left hand. “Sorry, it’s just usually” – I say “Yeah, I know who you are, but still not interested, my friends wanted to talk to them two, so I had to come” – she says taking a seat next to me again. We start talking and she is a nice intelligent girl. It was nice to talk to someone that didn’t want to fuck me, and wasn’t interested in my money, she told me who her husband was and he is one of the richest men in the upper west side.

"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."

she scoffed at the thought of that. "Oh, it occurred to me that you don't have a good memory". She walks around her in circles . "Let me remind you, I'm Daisy Campbell; Milo Kai Anton's wife. What is he again...?" She tapped her index finger at the corner of her lips. "Ye...yes, I heard is a Billionaire. I heard he owns Westwood city". Elleney stared at her in a daze, but she didn't stop. She continued "...it can be safe to say that he is a robber, probably a kidnapper because...".

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.

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

He has become a fun boy to talk with, especially that he found out that I am the person he admires. "My name is Rich but I am poor," he said. "Don't worry you'll try how stressed rich people are." I pressed the button on the side of my phone so its screen lit up. "And I want to see how rich men have a beautiful wife like yours." "Have you seen this woman? She's my wife," I said while zooming in on Athara's face. "She's beautiful. I mean, beautiful is not enough to describe her. But I apologise because I haven't seen her here."