The Ten Dollar Wife Novels & Stories

“You’re going to do great, and Elena Matthews is going to be so lucky to have you in charge of her wardrobe. In fact, if she has even one single complaint about your work, then she’s an idiot and deserves to be hit on the head.” She shakes her head, laughing. “Stop saying things like that, silly. If her husband finds out you called his wife an idiot, he won’t be too happy. You know they’re the most romantic couple ever, right? It’s all anyone talks about in the tabloids. He actually bought a whole town and built a resort just to keep his wife away from all the craziness that comes with the spotlight. Do you have any idea how sweet that is? It’s not every day a billionaire turns into a romant

"I did." He heard a clear voice coming from inside. Stella stood and waved her hand before her chest as she smiled, "Mr. Chapman, is that your wife? She looks a little different from the last time I saw her." Erick Chapman paused. Then, he froze in place after knowing Keegan and his wife were inside the room. Stella walked toward him slowly while sizing his wife up. 'No wonder she looked so familiar when I first saw her. Isn't she the actress that Mrs. Chapman offered ten million to leave her husband?'

Adele, The Billionaire’s Wife. She did not give up on her husband, Jamal, and they finally had their happy ending. And this bring us to the end of their love story. THE END.

she said "Please, I ask again, what do you want?, is it money?, name your price and I will pay!" I said with all seriousness "I know something that you think no one else knows" she replied "And what's that, stunk brain?" I asked "you are married to the CEO because of his wealth, you are just a gold digger and that's why you hide your identity so well," she said

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"I want you to be my wife for a year and get yourself 10 million dollars at the end of our contract." '10 million dollars, just to be his contract wife? Do I accept even though I will be risking my life and heart?'

“You've gone mad—whatever. As long as you can buy pancit and pay rent, it’s fine.” I slumped back, gave her the one dollar and her eyes. “For me?” Tita Maribel asked. Eyes widened. “Yeah. Buy some pancit and ice cream for the kiddo.” “But this is too much,” she whispered. “You will need this for—” “It's fine, Tita. It's yours. I still have ten dollars, remember?” It was not fine. Everything felt too surreal. I stared at the ten-dollar bill again. Then to Tita Maribel who frowned as if she couldn't believe she was holding a dollar in her hands as she left for the door.

“She offered me ten million, Mr. Alfred. Ten million. Do you know how much it costs to raise ten children? Ten! Can you imagine?” I stopped pacing, my head snapping toward him. “I’m fucking Adams! Do not call me that nonsense” “I am so sorry sir, Mr. Adams” he said jittering. “Did you just say ten children?” He nodded miserably, his face collapsing into shame. “Yes. Ten. My wife kept saying ‘one more, just one more.’ I thought we’d stop at five. But… no. Ten.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Who the hell gives birth to ten kids?”

It was the final, perfect piece of evidence to close the case. "She played us all," I muttered, a dark, twisted laugh bubbling up in my throat. "She played the Chairman, she played Linda, and she played me like a damn piano." I felt this weird mix of pride and betrayal. I was her husband. We were supposed to be a team, even if it was just a contract. But she didn't trust me enough to tell me. Or maybe she knew that for the performance to be believable, my grief had to be real. She needed the world to see the "ruthless Axel Ferdinez" lose his mind, because that was the only thing that would convince the Chairman that she was truly gone.

"Someone please find out who her husband is! Is this real? Help! She's dying!" … The burglar dropped the knife, and panic flashed across his face. "His wife's dead. No money now. What do we do?" His partner let out a cold laugh and said decisively, "No big deal. We've still got the old woman alive. She's his real mother, after all. That ten million dollars will be ours!" The burglar yanked Margaret up by the throat, nearly choking her, and shoved her toward the camera. "Look closely! This old woman's son is Jensburg's very own billionaire—Henry Larson!"