The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife Novels & Stories

She continued with her cooking with joy, and letting the chef help her in the preparation. Astrid was married to the Wade family. One of the most powerful families in Los Angeles, she was like a trophy in the household. She was the beautiful golden madam who flawlessness captured the heart of her employees. Compared to other women, she was tall and built with qualities that every man wanted. However, that was not the same for her husband. He was cold hearted and domineering. Never for once has he paid attention to his wife. Yet, she loved him to the moon and back. There was nothing more joyous than to be married to your childhood crush.

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

The Nurse muttered on as she scanned through a plethora of files, then she paused, “Wait, isn’t she the wife of that handsome billionaire?” “Ex wife.” Diaz corrected, hoping she would hurry up before they got caught. “Yeah right.” The Nurse nodded, “I heard he cheated on her. That poor thing.” Rolling his eye now, annoyed more than ever, “Well….there’s every side of a story.” She snorted, a rude gesture, he frowned as she went through the cabinet behind her until she whipped out a file. She pointed it at him and when he tried to reach it, she took it back, “An extra two hundred.”

It was every woman's dream to marry my husband and I was so privileged that I got to marry him too as he had been my childhood crush. But who would tell that the drop-dead gorgeous Adrian Graham, who was the star at every social event barely spoke to his wife? Adrain didn't give a shit about how I was living. He didn't even know my birthday, and he never asked. Every second in that house was tormenting as I kept on thinking about ways I would make him see me, at least then I'd know there was hope of him loving me. "I'd never love you, Sonya Adams, I detest you, stop trying." My dark-haired husband told me months ago. But right now, I was pregnant, and he would definitely love me.

Even if she wanted to keep the baby, she lacked the means to support it. The dean couldn't quite understand, but he surmised that perhaps the big boss didn't want the child. After all, not just anyone could bear a child for the Luxton family. With this thought, his gaze softened with pity towards the young woman before him. What a predicament, he thought. So young, and to think that having a child could secure a position in the Luxton family? Such a long-standing and prestigious family wasn't simply accessible to the common folk.

"Yes stepmother. She answered her with a smirk. There was a knock on the door. Riley's father came in and said, The Knight family has arrived; are you ready, honey? He looked at his beautiful and gentle daughter and continued, Riley, are you sure you want to get married to Bruce Knight? Riley looked at her father. Yes, father, I want to. The Knight family is the wealthiest and most valued family in New York. The only direct heir, Bruce, was disfigured and made crippled when he was kidnapped 15 years ago. Since then, Bruce has not appeared in front of others. He was rumored to be cruel, ugly, and terrible, and every woman sent into his house did not come out alive.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

Maybe he has his reasons. As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

After I freshen up, I would sort for something to eat. [BREAKING NEWS: The Hideous Crippled Billionaire's Wife is rumored to be barren and unable to provide an heir. Mr. James Wellson is in search of a good wife material in both kitchen and bed…] “What?” I held the handrail and stopped in my tracks, my jaw dropped in shock as I gradually turned to the television. Barren?! Have we had sex before? Why did he publish such news? Wait, what's going on? Another marriage? I rambled with words as I rushed up to where I had kept my bag and brought out my phone.

And that was before accounting for her inevitable indulgences. Because surely—surely—the wife of a billionaire would not live modestly. Women, in his experience, did not. They wanted handbags, shoes, dresses—entire collections, if given the opportunity. Some demanded entire boutiques cleared for their amusement. Others escalated further—cars, jewellery, extravagance without end. And he had obliged. Not out of affection—but convenience. A week or two of amusement, and then he was done. A simple exchange. Predictable. Disposable.