Rich Wife Novels & Stories

My boyfriend's childhood friend had set her sights on the one keepsake my mother left me. She wheedled and needled at me for weeks, but I never gave in. A few months later, my boyfriend came to me again, saying his business had failed and left him buried in loan-shark debt. He said that if he couldn't pay it back, the collectors would cut off his limbs. To help him settle it, I handed over every cent I'd saved, even my mother's bracelet. That same night, while I was working at the club, I overheard a conversation in one of the private booths. "Eric, if it weren't for Donna's idea to have the rest of us play loan sharks and put on this whole act with you, there's no way your girlfriend

My wife and I had kept our marriage secret for three years. Then she became a fraud-busting influencer with ten million followers, and I was the first person she exposed. On her livestream, she sobbed that I was a freeloader who beat her, bled her dry, and even forced her to entertain men over drinks for money. The internet buried me in abuse. Delivery orders I never placed and funeral wreaths piled up outside my door. Her top donor announced he was going to break my legs to get justice for her. On camera, my wife was a fragile victim. Off camera, she was texting me threats. If I did not sign the thirty-million-dollar penthouse downtown over to her, she would burn my name to the ground. Sh

Pigs had to be flying in the sky. After some thought, she said earnestly, “Don’t you think you’re reacting in the wrong way, Sis? He’s the richest man! Why are you drinking here with us? Go ride on his coattails! It’s not a bad thing for you to be a money-grubber!” What was a rich woman supposed to like if not money? Men? Hah! “Why should I?!” Ruth slammed her glass on the table. “He might be waiting for me to fawn all over him now! I’m telling you, I won’t!”

He shrugged again. I widened my eyes in realization, "no way, you are a singer?" "Well, a rapper, ten million followers on social media but you know, no big deal." He chuckled. "What the fuck? Oh my gosh, what about Five and Jay, those guys some celebrities too?" I had just met two famous people and I hadn't even realized it. "Nah, Five's Anthony's brother, you won't hear much from him, barely speaks. Jay on the other hand, he's a model but he keeps it low key. That bastard is top ten most paid models in the world right now." He told me.

I followed the trail of her finger and felt my breath hitched in my throat for a few seconds as I quickly read that particular line. Tristan. A. Richardson's net worth from what we can be able to put our hands on is:$150 billion dollars. I gulped after staring at it for a few more seconds, this man is hella rich, so rich, too fucking rich, what the fuck? "Oh my gosh, Snow has hit a money bag!!!!!" Christie cried out with so much enthusiasm tingling her voice as she bounced on her knees on the bed beside me. I rolled my eyes as I scrolled down to where there was more pictures of him everywhere. Of course Christie was going to say that, she didn't know about the whole mortification scene that

"Why didn't you mention that sooner?" "And whose party is it?" "Honestly I have no idea," I shrugged. She eyes me from head to toe, "now that you're a billionaires wife it is definitely a party for the rich." Her eyes glitter as she talks. Ruth has always admired the rich from afar, she says her goal is to build generational wealth but she doesn't need a man in the picture to do it for her. Sounds pretty cool but also impossible, I mean no one ever built generational wealth from working as a maid.

Richard said and they shook hands and laughed as they talked about business and politics. I moved around the room, talking to people, when I heard some women whispering nearby. “Just look at him. So successful at such a young age. Do you know how much his company made last quarter?” “Don’t even start. It’s unbelievable. That man is insanely rich.” “And her… wow. Look at that necklace. Is that the Anderson Diamond?” “It must be. She’s wearing it like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t cost millions of dollars.” “Some women are so lucky. She wakes up every morning in that Riverside penthouse, rides in luxury cars, and has a husband who looks like that. Tell me that’s fair.”

“You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously hardworking,” he corrected, flashing her that lazy, self-satisfied grin that once infuriated her and now just made her heart ache. “Do you even realize, Belle? You’re richer than me now.” She blinked, unsure if he was joking or not. “That’s not true.” “Oh, it’s painfully true,” Richard said, feigning dramatic despair. “The empire has shifted. The mighty Richard Barton dethroned by his wife — a woman who owns half the world’s real estate and a vineyard that makes wine I can’t afford anymore.”

He has become a fun boy to talk with, especially that he found out that I am the person he admires. "My name is Rich but I am poor," he said. "Don't worry you'll try how stressed rich people are." I pressed the button on the side of my phone so its screen lit up. "And I want to see how rich men have a beautiful wife like yours." "Have you seen this woman? She's my wife," I said while zooming in on Athara's face. "She's beautiful. I mean, beautiful is not enough to describe her. But I apologise because I haven't seen her here."

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "