Not Your Trophy Wife Novels & Stories

He gestures wildly between us. “You took my wife. You destroyed my company. You did everything just to prove you’re better than me.” I tilt my head slightly. “Everything I’ve ever done was to make sure I had a good life, and could provide for my family,” I say. “And if you’re talking about Monique…” I tighten my hold on her. “It’s not my fault you couldn’t take care of something as precious as she is.” “I love her!” he shouts. “So do I." Inshout back. “And we’re getting married,” I finish.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

"Although between you and me, I'm surprised she folded that easy. Grace always struck me as having more spine than the usual trophy wife." Something about the way he said it made my jaw tighten. "She's not a trophy wife." "Oh come on. That's literally what she was. That's what the whole thing was about." He laughed, not noticing or not caring that I wasn't joining in. "Beautiful model, looks perfect on your arm, makes you look like you've got it all figured out. That's the definition of a trophy wife."

Not tear her down out of petty envy. Adrian let out a quiet sigh, subtle enough not to draw attention, as he continued munching on his chicken wings. “He’s such a busy person. He would have been here if he didn’t have work,” Ruth—Ashley’s mother—chimed in. Natasha smiled warmly, reaching over to pat Layla’s hand. “I would love to meet him. She got married without even telling me… it’s only fair we do. She’s such a sweet girl.” Ashley smiled too, her expression gentle as the attention gradually shifted away from her. The whispers about her husband slowly died down, fading into the background.

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

I've been Carl Grant's trophy wife for three years, and I have nothing going for me aside from my looks. Even his younger sister Quinn would complain, saying that I won't survive three days away from the Grants. I'm not bothered. I used to be the Managing Director of the Assembly of the Global Financial Order (AGFO). After a lifetime of hard work, all I want to do now is to slack off. Who could refuse the life of an eight-figure monthly allowance without having to work or think? That is, until twelve foreign corporations joined forces to short-sell Grantcorp. Suddenly, Carl's father Ben was forced to resign. His two brothers were thrown into jail, while Carl, who used to look so omnipot

My fiancée, Summer Walker, and I were supposed to spend our honeymoon on a tropical island. Instead, she brought my two best friends along. I didn't think much of it, so I joined them for a game of Truth or Dare. After several rounds and several drinks, I was starting to feel tipsy. Adam Lewis and Joseph Thompson laughed and teased me for being such a lightweight. Then the bottle landed on my fiancée. Summer chose Truth. One of my friends asked, "What's your biggest secret?" She lowered her head, a blush slowly spreading across her face as her hand instinctively moved to cover her belly. I was about to smooth things over when both men rushed to offer to drink for her. Neither was willin

“Trophy, listen to me now and do this quietly. No one should suspect anything. Pull the car over to the back of the house, by the poolside around the side wall.” “Something wrong, Boss?” He didn’t know why he called his trusted soldier instead of his consigliere. He couldn’t trust anyone these days, and everyone was giving him mixed signals except for Trophy. Trophy stood by him even when he was wrong. Maybe it was probably the paternal instincts now growing in him after the birth of his children. He didn’t even know the gender. That was how little he knew about his soldiers’ personal lives. He only raised their pay and bid them goodbye.

I was an employee of Starmax Group, the country’s business giant, and the husband of its president, Willow Lawrence. To keep our love untainted, I refused every shortcut she offered me and stubbornly chose to work my way up from the bottom, determined to prove through my own abilities that I was worthy of her. Until Jasper White came along. He was more handsome than I was and had a more tragic past. The way he pretended to be strong easily brought out Willow’s instinct to protect him. Thus, Willow personally gave him the promotion meant for me at the most pivotal moment in my career. Afterward, she offered me hefty ‘compensation’. I did not argue or make a scene. I accepted it all with