Not Your Trophy Wife Novels & Stories

On their third anniversary, Lucia opened a drawer and found the same box of condoms she'd bought before the wedding—still sealed. Not like they forgot protection. They just never had anything to protect. Three years, and Jared hadn't touched her once. So that night, she got bold. New lingerie, three glasses of red, and she wrapped her arms around his neck the second he stepped out of the shower. "Babe," she whispered. "Let's—" He shoved her off. "Seriously, Lucia? Have you no shame?" His voice was ice. "If you're that desperate, go hump a stick."

He pointed straight at me, and instantly, every eye in the ballroom turned my way. "That's my ex-wife, Wanda Black. Some people say I'm ungrateful, but business is war. What a company needs is someone who can fight through challenges, not a dead weight who holds me back with outdated thinking. Thankfully, I met Faye." He looked at her with affection. "With her talent and charm, she secured this billion-dollar deal for our company. That proves I made the right choice." The room erupted. Those who didn't know the truth pointed at me, their eyes filled with judgment.

Through a crack in the door of the shop, I could see them holding each other in their wedding clothes. They really looked like a perfect, sweet couple. On the day of our anniversary, the system’s voice rang out again. “Host, you have 24 hours remaining until departure from this world.” The system gave me the countdown first thing in the morning. David had spent so long provoking me in small ways. Finally, he could no longer hold back. He dropped all pretenses. “Hugh, are you shameless? You’ve known about us for a while now, haven’t you? Tell me, on such an important day, who do you think she’ll choose? Me or you?”

Of the eight women who married into the Ferro family, I was the most useless. The other seven either ran casinos or controlled the docks. All I knew how to do was take the private jet to Paris and pick out jewelry. They talked family business. I only cared about Bulgari's latest high-jewelry collection. To them, I was just Simon Ferro's pretty, free-spending trophy wife, the woman he'd been crazy enough to marry. I didn't care. The family trust paid out every month, and my job was to sparkle. Until a mysterious consortium came after the Ferro family. The consortium put up three South African gold mines as collateral and drained the last of the family's legitimate cash. Everyone was scramblin

Sophia rejected several unnecessary purchases and insisted on keeping enough capital available for operating expenses. When Nathan finally stood to leave, he looked around the room. "Can you picture it now?" Sophia glanced at the empty space. "Yes." "What do you see?" "A place where people can come in and know they're being treated honestly. A company that doesn't make promises it can't keep." Nathan nodded. "Then that's what we should build." After he left, Sophia remained for a while. She walked to the window and looked out at the city lights. Her marriage had not ended the way she wanted. The betrayal had taken something from her that she couldn't simply replace.

When I went to get a replacement copy of our marriage certificate, the clerk at the registrar's office told me, "This certificate is a forgery. There's no record of your marriage in the system." "But Michele and I got married four years ago, at St. Mary's Church. We had witnesses..." I steadied my breathing. "Please check again." The clerk sighed and clicked her mouse a few times. "We found a registration for Michele Corleone, but the spouse listed isn't you." My voice shook. "Who's his legal wife?" The clerk answered without looking up. "Rita Greco." Before I heard that name, I'd still been telling myself the system might have made a mistake. But of course it was Rita, Michele's chi

Quietly, he packed his things and left with Owen. Before leaving, he placed the key on the shoe cabinet and said, "We both failed him." Josephine didn't ask him to stay. She knew the truth. Her heart had never belonged to Brady. She mistook novelty for love and spent years fooling herself. Josephine met with a lawyer, hoping to leave some money behind for me. After a long silence, the lawyer finally spoke, "You're married. He's neither your family member nor your legal partner. "Legally speaking, this isn't possible. Your husband is your primary beneficiary."

Sophia’s POV “That’s it. I’m quitting work to be a trophy wife.” A frustrated Amaya slumps on the bed while I get ready for work in my apartment. She had stayed the night because, ‘she didn’t want me to be lonely’ but there was more to it that she wasn’t saying quite yet. I’m guessing her date last night didn’t go well, plus, like me, she had her day job to get to. “Trust me, being a trophy wife isn’t all that great.” I responded based on my fair share of experience as Nikolai’s pretend trophy wife, who still got cheated on.

Trophy Wives! Intro: They had been trophy Wives since they could remember, married to men who didn't care about their sexual needs or emotional needs. They were best friends so as best friends they do everything together, so they packed up and went on a girl's trips together with a bit of twist and adventure of course. Olivia's P.O.V. It was the same pattern, the same routine, the same emotional turmoil. Day after day and year after year, it was always the same. We saw the same people, did the same things, and went to the same places.

Even so, she got the increasing feeling that they were not a match, because she was not the type who could walk side-by-side with her husband. Everything he had, he fought for, whereas she enjoyed the good things he brought her, never once doing anything for all the success. Taking a deep breath, she joked, "Do I look the part of a trophy wife?" Isaac understood what she was getting at and raised a brow. "You stand among the best in your field and wouldn't lose out to me, get it? It's my honor to have you as my wife, since you're much nobler than I am, saving lives while I carry the stink of being dirty rich."