The Ten Dollar Wife Novels & Stories

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

“Well, congratulations! You've learned absolutely everything except how to mind your fucking business!” I grabbed my purse. “You know what? We're done here. You researched my entire life for nothing because I'm leav—” “Ten million.” I stopped breathing. What? “I'll give you ten million dollars to become my wife.” Slowly, I turned. “You're…serious?” “I wouldn't joke about something like this, Ms. Croft.” I stared at him. Ten. Million. Dollars. That wasn't money. That was an entirely different universe. My mind raced through everything such an amount could accomplish. A beautiful home. Financial security. My own architectural design studio.

The others piled on. "Gemma, I am so jealous. A perfect wedding for only 500 dollars." "Tell me about it. I spent tens of thousands on mine, and looking back, I feel like such a fool." Kelsey tossed a popcorn-eating meme into the chat. "A 500-dollar wedding? I cannot wait to see that." Over the days that followed, Gemma waited for Sloane to reach out and lock down the wedding details. Not a single call came.

Within the high society circle, I'm a notorious high-maintenance trophy wife. I won't eat apples unless they are peeled and sliced into small pieces. I won't drink water unless it's exactly 113.2°F. By my second year married into an elite family, my in-laws can no longer stand me. They sign me up for an online makeover reality show, hoping to fix my attitude. The Internet goes crazy. Everyone tunes in, eager to watch me, a spoiled brat, lose my mind in the countryside. Instead, the moment the live stream starts, they see me carrying ten bundles of wheat across my shoulders. They see me wearing a pair of canvas shoes, running more steadily than the local farm women. When the village chief

After celebrating our tenth anniversary, my wife suddenly drops her ring into my palm. "Don't you feel like our life has gotten pretty boring? Maybe we should just get a divorce."

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

stone and shouted, "I'm only going to ask you this question one last time Trad! Don't play games with me! What did you do to my wife?!" Trad looked at the stone from the house that sat on the ground from Beau's punch, looked back at Beau, and said while smirking, "You know what it was me. I hurt your precious Marigold but it's not like it matters anyway. When are you going to wake up and realize that she's nothing more than a piece of property?! I mean think about it! Your father bought her for 10 million dollars, he just sold her which means nobody is looking for her. You can do whatever you want with her and nobody will care because nobody is looking for her. You and I are men and I know

"This marriage is fake!" Everyone gasps, and Adam pulls me close to him. Someone pushes a microphone towards the waitress, and she gives the journalist a big, fake smile. "Adam Owens is a fraud, and you shouldn't believe his lies. I'm his real wife, and I want what's mine!" She snarled. "That's right, everyone. I'm his real wife." Nina Dobrev. The gold digging waitress who married Adam in Vegas and as she calls herself; his real wife, or realish at least.

Jack Lewis was CEO of one of the most successful enterprises in Las Vegas, William Groups and Industries. One year ago, he married Serena Williams. She was the only daughter of Mathew Williams, the Chairman of Williams Industries. Jack and Serena met at a party organized by a common friend. Serena was influenced by Jack's charm only at first sight. Serena was a rich heiress while Jack came from average family background. Seeing Serena showing interest in him, Jack deliberately tried to get closer to her with the hope of getting into a rich family. He invited her to the dance floor to which she happily agreed.

I needed to find a way to ensure that she stayed because if i lost her now, there was no guarantee that i was ever going to get her back so in a fit of helpless desperation, i decided to use my last and final card. "I'll pay you." I blurted out before she could leave and that seemed to catch her attention. "So you want to buy me?" "Well i wouldn't say buy. its more like a borrowing kind of situation." i knew that wasn't any better but she had me cornered. "Just hear me out okay? i'll pay you Ten million dollars if you agree to be my wife for only one year. Thereafter, we can get divorced and each go our seperate ways." "You rich people really think that the world revolves around you don't yo