Not Your Trophy Wife Novels & Stories

If I’m not sure, I won’t take that step. A moment later, as I relaxed, I let out a breath. Her ex-boyfriend was Samuel Brown. Four years of a relationship—that should have created a deep bond. They were even going to get married, but the man betrayed her. “Not worthy?” I muttered softly to myself. That was something Diana should be the one saying—because she had far more worth than those who betrayed her. Just because she was a woman without a family, they all tried to bring her down and look down on her. Pathetic—especially when that man, who was about to marry another woman, was still going after Diana.

Okay, he was going to indulge her with an answer. "Because, because Kendall, you now represent me, everything you do is a reflection of me. I don't want every fucker around wanting to fuck my wife." Did this bitch not understand the affect she had on men? "Gee's most guys would love to have a trophy wife." "Yeah well I'm not most guys. The last thing I wanted was a trophy wife, I would rather have her intelligent and able to hold a conversation, not a spoilt brat who is good for nothing but getting attention. I can't change the way I am Kendall, you will have to deal with it. Again the only real option you have is acceptance and I assume the sooner you accept my conditions the better for all

Fifty-Eight Florence’s voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence. “I’m a trophy wife,” she confessed, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. The words hung heavy in the air, a stark revelation that shattered the fragile peace. Chaos, taken aback by her honesty, gently rubbed her back. He did not want to ask anything for now, all he wanted to do was to let her know that he was there and he was listening. He understood the weight of her words, the pain and humiliation she must have endured. The secrets she kept to safeguard Heath’s reputation in the world of money and power.

As he stormed down the hallway, his feet pounding the floor like a drumbeat, Nathan's momentum sent him crashing into someone, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain balance. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but it was nothing compared to the seismic jolt that hit him when his eyes looked up, locking onto a face that made his heart nearly skip a beat. Natasha. His ex. ***** Nathan's eyes narrowed with surprise as he gazed at Natasha who was dressed in a Alexander McQueen brown suit, his mind racing with questions. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to offer my support, Nathan," she cooed, “And to your sister too. I heard what happened an

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”

“You think I’m going to prance around like your show pony?” “You already are. But now you’re mine. Not theirs.” Mine. It echoed in my head, louder than I wanted it to. He didn’t need to remind me. I married him. I wore his ring. Ate his food. Dressed in clothes bought with his money. But still, I muttered, “I’m not yours.” He raised a brow. “Aren’t you?” A trophy wife. That’s what I was now. Not new, not difficult. Just suffocating in a different kind of way. One that wrapped around my ribs instead of my throat.

I opened T*****r. AriaMyles was trending. Thousands of tweets. Most of them were brutal. “Rich girl plays CEO and fails immediately. Tale as old as time.” “Aria Myles really thought she could run a company after spending 3 years as a trophy wife lmaooo” “The gallery was only successful because her ex-husband was bankrolling it. Now we see what she’s actually capable of: NOTHING.” “Another nepo baby proving that inherited wealth ≠ actual talent.” I scrolled faster. The comments got worse.

I never thought this day would come. I’ve imagined a lot of things that could go wrong in my marriage, but I never even imagined that it would come to this. And I never thought I would see it with my own eyes. But there it was— a picture of my husband holding another woman close, smiling in ways he never smiled at me. To make it worse, it was not just any woman. It was Eva Sterling. “Multibillionaire, Lucian Dhark, reunites with superstar, Eva Sterling.”

"Or did you love the idea of having a wife? The status of being married, having a Luna, presenting a complete family unit to your pack? Because Matthew, love requires seeing someone as they actually are, not just what they can provide for you. And by your own admission, you never saw Bianca at all." My hands were clenched so tight my nails drew blood. "What do you want me to say?" "I want you to admit the truth. Not to me—I already know it. To yourself." She paused. "You married Bianca knowing you didn't love her. You spent four years using her labor and dedication while offering nothing genuine in return. You prioritized another woman over her repeatedly, openly, without regard for how it a

The reckless carelessness of my actions tonight was crashing down on me all at once. I had been so consumed by the thrill of the affair, so intoxicated by Adrian’s touch that I had forgotten the most basic rules of survival in this dangerous game. Adrian’s breath hitched beside me. I could feel the tension vibrating through his frame, his muscles locking tight as he realized the utter ruin, this moment, represented. He wasn't just my lover; he was Leo’s closest confidant, the man my husband trusted above all others. After a while, the intruder stood at the door. It wasn't Leo; I froze.