Not Your Trophy Wife Novels & Stories

Brandon replied. “Fine. I’m sorry for disturbing you. Stay there and marry your work instead of marrying me.” Sophia said in anger, surprising both Brandon and herself. She wasn’t someone who lost her temper this soon. But she didn’t apologize to him for speaking like this. “Everyone’s husband is here except mine. Why? Because my husband is planning to win the next trophy of male business of the year, etc., etc.” Brandon chuckled at her cuteness. It was not every day when you got to see your calm and patient girl fuming in anger.

Damon said after he had undressed "You are not allowed to touch me, you are not allowed to speak except spoken to, I would like to tell you again that I want nothing to do with you and you are going to be the trophy wife you were brought here to be.I will continue my lifestyle as a playboy in which you will have no say but if you are down to be one of my many whores I can have that arranged for you." "Do not even think for one minute that because I have being forcefully married to that I will tolerate any of your bullshit. I am not one of your many flings and I would not tolerate you laying a finger on me." She blew hot clearly offended by his lack of respect towards her.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

Resting his head on her shoulder, he asked tentatively, "Come back home after you've had enough fun in Brookesville. Alright? You'll still be my wife as well as the most prestigious lady in the high society circle when you return." She delicately applied her skincare products and watched her reflection in the mirror with a cold smile. "Do you really think that being your wife is some kind of trophy? I have no intention of playing cards with your mistresses. “They might’ve complimented me to my face, but they schemed behind my back, trying to climb onto my husband's bed. It's all so pointless!" She turned to him and touched his forehead lightly. "Why wouldn’t I enjoy what I have now instead?

he reassured me, his words a comforting embrace. Returning home after our meal, the warmth of the staff's gratitude for our thoughtful gesture brought a sense of fulfilment, if only momentarily, to my troubled heart. That evening, while engrossed in a movie, I couldn't shake the feeling that it mirrored my own life. The protagonist, a trophy wife like myself, contributed nothing, and as the plot unfolded, her husband began to view her as a liability. Their eventual separation led to hardships, leaving me pondering the possibility of a similar fate.

Over the years, I really can't remember hurting anybody at all, what the hell is going on? I placed a call to Romeo, "Hey man, I have no recent information, that's why I haven't called you yet.” "That's not the reason I called, something is going on,” I added. "What could that be? Can you share it with me?” "Someone took my wife and the stupid guy I paid to always watch her told me he just lost her, now my wife can't be found.” "This is a serious case, do you think this is related to the stuff we are digging to find out about?”

Father sold me for that much? "You're surprised? Do you doubt your own worth?" He teased me again before pulling me closer to his half-nude body, close enough so he could whisper into my ears, "you're nothing but a trophy wife, and do you know what a good trophy wife does?" His free hand slithered to my left breast to pull the slightly erect nipple through the thin linen of my bra. I tiny moan escaped me but it was loud enough for him to hear,

"At least, I'm supposed to be. But it takes a lot longer than an hour to get into trophy shape, you know-" "No," he denies. "No, I don't. I don't know what you mean by all of this nonsense-" "It's not nonsense," she insists with a scoff. "It's practically common knowledge, if not common sense." "What in God's name are you talking about?" "Trophy wife, Blaze," Liviana recalls. "It's not a foreign concept." "The hell it's not," Blaze argues. "Is that what you really think this is? That you're some sort of prized possession?"

he assured. "And I really want to be your wife" she assured biting her lip "I think life as a trophy wife is not so bad" she added laughing, Klaus shook his head slightly, amused, Anika adored that part of him, when he relaxed and smiled, when he was playful and affectionate "Oh no, after seeing your list of suitors I'm sure I'm the trophy husband" he said amused, hugging her "After all, you're the socialite, I'm just a cranky businessman"

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."