Not Your Trophy Wife Novels & Stories

"We've been living this way for so long, pretending that everything is fine. But... but it's not, Lucas. Our marriage... it's empty. It's suffocating." A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, swiftly masked by a mask of indifference. "What are you trying to say, huh?" he asked, his voice laced with impatience. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. "I can't keep living like this, Lucas!" I admitted, my voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and defiance. "I need more than being a trophy wife, more than an accessory to your life. I need love, respect, and a partner who sees me for who I truly am!”

She hurriedly picked up the towel, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, and wrapped it tightly around her chest, holding onto it as if her life depended on it. “Whh…. wha…. what are you doing here?” she asked surprised by her own voice stuttering. “I'm here to see my wife " he said. "But who would have thought she'd be so eager to start our wedding night." He said moving even closer to her. Gritting her teeth “Don’t be mistaken, I was just drying my hair, you startled me and my towel dropped. Don't think too much, and besides this my room, You Mr Adrian De Luca should have common basic etiquette to knock before entering peoples room.” she said her ears were red from embarrassment and

I threw him a twisted little smile and saw his eyes narrow before he rolled his eyes in irritation and turned toward the guests. My smile slipped. “Let's go. Keep your chin up, and plaster that fake smile on your face. Remember, the entire world is watching, and they must never see the truth. Act like the perfect trophy wife, like you always have.” He said while adjusting his cufflinks, my eyes pricked. And it was true. I was the pure definition of a wretched trophy wife. The public saw us as a power couple, an image of perfection worthy of admiration. From our spotless appearances at parties, to our smiles for the cameras, we played our part so convincingly that no one would suspect our mar

"It's because we have no--" "Let's stop with that nonsense. I don't think your reason would be that shallow," Via cut him off. "What's in it for you?" Troye looked at her with amusement in his eyes. "Just having you as my wife is a huge benefit. I believe you already know your worth, so why are you still asking me such trivial things?" Via scoffed, "Am I supposed to be your trophy wife?" "Trophy wife?" Troye snickered. "I never thought that you were one to look down on yourself. Is that all you think you're worth?"

Rowan sputtered, trying to shut down the projector, but it seemed his remote had died. “Rowwy baby,” Ophelia’s nasally voice cooed as a grainy video popped up, “Tell me I’m better than her,” she chirped. “Everything about you is better than her,” he growled, “Look at you. That’s like comparing trash to treasure,” in the video, you could see him peppering her face with kisses while she giggled. “When I divorce her, you’re going to be my perfect wife,” watching him thrust into her while she laid still was awkward as hell. “My trophy wife. I’ll be proud to have you on my arm.”

"What?" "You're fresh out of a terrible relationship and you're here so I believe you're back in the market. Only this time, you're looking for a man like me. Rich enough to give you everything you need. I'm guessing love is off the table for you because if it wasn't, you wouldn't be here and that's perfect. I don't want someone who'd fall in love with me simply because I bought her a diamond." "So you just want a trophy wife and I fit the bill?" I say, stung. I didn't think he was this kind of person. I wouldn't have left him a note apologizing.

I didn’t need saving, all I truly wanted was love and Alex was my happy ever after. To crown our union with honor, tonight would be my first public appearance as Mrs. Sterling, wife to the heir of Sterling Biotech Group. The president of the country was hosting a lavish gala in his villa to award outstanding families and individuals and Sterling Biotech Group was nominated for ‘Most Innovative’ of the year. Alex on the other hand, was nominated for five different categories in business and lifestyle. My husband couldn’t be anymore perfect and I was extremely proud to be his wife. Sitting before the huge mirror in our master’s bedroom, I glanced at the time on my phone while a stylist put the

His words crashed into me like a storm, the impact of his cruelty becoming unbearable. A trophy.... Meant to stand by his side, forcing a smile while acting like the perfect wife. To the world, we were perfect. A perfect marriage every woman would have prayed for. Tears cascaded through my cheeks, every word he had uttered, shattering my heart into a million pieces. I sniffled, letting out a bitter laugh. So that's all I am to you? A pawn. A trophy you flaunt whenever you want? “Don't twist my words, Aliyah!” he snapped.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter and faced Victor as he strolled to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Victor’s voice drifted from the ballroom stage. He was undeniably handsome—strong jawline, sharp grey eyes that could make any woman swoon. “Thank you for tonight,” he continued. “But it’s not about me. It’s about someone far more remarkable—my lovely wife.” The room erupted in applause. His gaze locked on me. I forced a smile, noting the emptiness behind his eyes. “From the day she walked into my life,” he said, “everything changed. She brought out the best in me… and my company. Her kindness, her intelligence—I owe her my strength, and her unwavering belief in me.”