The Ten Dollar Wife Novels & Stories

Many dances later, Trinity was almost ready to call it a night when Dmitri's mother dragged the couple off to meet someone important who'd joined the wedding late because she'd only just come back from a business trip. It was Martha Worthington. After her husband's suicide a few years back, she'd taken sole responsibility of their telecom company and handled their business well, not letting it go under even though the company had been under a shit load of debt after her husband's death. The woman had had no clue how to run a business at that time, let alone manage one that was in shambles but she'd done it all. That was one of the main reasons Valéry respected her so much. That and the fact

Before, now my face slammed at the bottom of a pit. When Angela and I meet ten years ago. I already said to myself, that I finally found the right woman for me. She's timid and loves to be alone. Maybe, because she came from a rich family that is why she can't easily trust anybody. And I manage to break her wall and entered her world. That's the reason why I fell in love with her. Angela's too good to be true she's perfect. She was not supposed to marry someone like me but she fights for me. And now we're married for ten years. And I can't add the word 'happily married' cause' I always found myself asking am I really happy? I let out a heavy sigh.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

I shook my head quickly, lifting both hands in protest. “No, no, you don’t need to pay me. You’ve already done more than enough—” “Ten thousand dollars,” he interrupted, eyes still on his plate. “It’s not up for negotiation.” He took a bite of steak, chewed slowly. I swallowed hard as I watched him chew his food, ten thousand dollars everyday to play pretend? If I impress him I’ll get double? Pretend wife I played throughout my entire childhood for free? shall I just set up my own business? bring all contract wife deals to me. I marry rich people on contract for a living, sounds nice actually. He finally looked up at me, his gaze sizing me up and automatically shutting my thoughts up.

"Is that a joke, you want me to pretend to be your wife for twelve whole months and you are offering just 10,000 dollars?" "Million, I am talking millions. Look I know you have never even seen a million dollars before, so I know that 10 million dollars is more than enough. You can either take it or leave it, I can always use someone else." I know I don't have any alternatives right now but she doesn't have to know. I didn't miss the shock on her face when I mentioned 10 million dollars, so even though she likes to pretend and act stubborn, I am confident that she will take the deal. It's pretty obvious that ten million dollars is a lot of money to her.

Sebastian We were getting closer, and that was good for me. It would shorten the distance between us. But then, she met Inggrid, and everything fell apart. I had already warned that woman to leave if she didn’t want to be destroyed. She did look like Cassandra, but she was clearly different, she was a petty, manipulative woman. “I won’t leave unless you give me ten million dollars,” she said, wiping her tears as if trying to look strong while negotiating with me.

" I just need to find a new job because I know he's not calling me back.” "There's an opening at the club, I could—” Callista was interrupted by the vibration of Valeria's phone. "Oh my God,” Valeria exclaimed, staring at her screen with her mouth open. Callista sat up, obviously curious. "What is it?” Valeria did reply immediately, she just stood up and started fixing her dress. “Talk to me, Val. What is it?" Valeria paused, turned to Callista with her lips stretched wide with a smile. “My husband," she said. “He's outside."

I repeated. "The most powerful man in the state, Elena! Keep up!" Mark snapped. "I’ve bought you a dress. It’s on the bed. It cost ten thousand dollars, so don't ruin it with your 'stagnant' attitude. You are going to be the most devoted, loving wife in that room tonight. Do you understand me?" I looked at Mark, the man who had cheated on me for a decade, the man who had demanded an open marriage and now he was terrified because his new boss liked "family values."

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

Another five thousand dollars I'd give him that I'd never see again. "Sure," I heard myself say. "Go ahead." He kissed my forehead—a brotherly, perfunctory gesture—and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. Maribel settled beside me on the couch, still playing the concerned friend perfectly. I studied her face while she scrolled through her phone, pretending to check messages. She was beautiful. Objectively, undeniably beautiful. Curves in all the places I was angular. Confidence where I had anxiety. A trust fund that meant she never had to work two jobs or skip meals or choose between rent and groceries.