The Ten Dollar Wife Novels & Stories

Although she could not recognize the woman standing in front of her, but with the way she dressed and her temperament, she knew she is one of those socialite women that always gossip and spread false rumors in her circle of friends. “It’s Mrs Taylor” she smiled as she proudly called her husband’s last name. Her husband's family owns chain stores around the country, so they were very rich and popular amongst the Elites. She expected Nuella to know her husband’s last name since she is someone in the business world and must have done business with her husband before but the casual look on her face told her otherwise. Nuella tried to remember the name, maybe she had heard it somewhere, but the n

I was never the wife. I got bored of the tv and grabbed my phone to scroll I*******m. I stumbled on all manner of thing including Susan’s vacation pics, then a blog headline stopped me cold. “BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE MARRIAGE EXPOSED: Damon Langford Paid Single Mom to Play Wife—Stole Her from Ex, Took Her Son Too!” I dialed Damon immediately but it went straight to voicemail again and again. My hands shook. Who knew? Who hated us this much? I was about to chuck the phone when Catherine started calling.

I stepped softly, trying not to make any noise, as I approached the door. As I pushed it open and stepped inside, I was met with a sight that made my blood run cold. A woman in a red dress was standing in front of me, her back turned to me. I remembered the nurse's words, describing the woman who had brought Sophia to the hospital, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that this must be the same woman. As she slowly turned to face me, my eyes widened in shock as I took in her features. It was Bridgette, my wife. I couldn't believe it. What was she doing here? And why was she dressed in a red dress, the same color the nurse had described?

“You can pick it all, I’m not contributing any money to the house. It should be everything you want.” “You do most of the cooking. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to have the kitchen how you want it. You can have it the exact way you want it. Money doesn’t matter. Stop being concerned about it.” I feel his arms wrap around my waist. “That is as much as your house as it is mine. You are my wife, we share everything. You contributing money means nothing. You contribute in other ways. You made this place feel like home. When I’m here alone, I hate it now. At one time that is all I wanted, but not now. Now I want my wife home with me.” Max and I make love in he tub, then get out and he reads the

My makeup was flawless, thanks to the professionals' expertise. Inside, the ballroom was alive with energy. Groups of contractors and investors were engaged in conversation, while the media rushed around, cameras flashing. Whispers followed me. “Is that her… the daughter of Silverwood?” “The one who chose her father’s company over her husband’s?” “She’s… stunning.” I didn’t turn back. I kept walking, a calm smile resting on my lips. For the first time, I wasn’t building for vultures who called themselves my husband and his ungrateful family. I was building for myself, my father. And my unborn children.

Every hardship along the way was etched into my memory. She was, by all accounts, a devoted wife. After we earned our first real fortune, the very first thing she did was hold the wedding we'd once missed. She even had a ring custom-made for me. The diamond was not big, and there was a faint crack running through it. Even so, I always treasured it like a priceless heirloom. And yet, this same woman, praised by relatives and neighbors as the perfect wife, did the one thing that chilled me to the bone.

Chinedu would suckle from one tit while baby did the other, then fuck her while she held the baby monitor. Cindy's body bounced back even hotter, thicker ass, fuller breasts and she became so insatiable. It was their wedding anniversary and Cindy planned something special. She blindfolded Mark and drove him to an unknown location, a very expensive hotel suite. When the blindfold came off, Mark saw five muscular black men, all hung like horses, including Chinedu. "Happy anniversary, my lovely cuck," Cindy said, already stripping. "Tonight, they all get to use your wife. You're going to serve us stark naked, you fluff them, clean creampies and do whatever they want."

All added together, it totaled up to fifty-three dollars. I did not manage to contact Elena. I hurriedly handled Mom’s funerary affairs and rushed over to my job cleaning windows. My wage of three hundred dollars was enough to last our family of three a good few meals. That was why my heart shattered when I saw Elena in this opulently appointed five-star hotel. Was this woman, who spent money like water, the same woman as my wife Elena? The woman who had been dressed in mended clothes and ate only the simplest fare with me just the day before?

“You need money, and I need a wife who won’t cause complications. It’s simple. You will live in with me, appear with me in public as my devoted wife, and follow my rules for twelve months. In return, I will clear all your family’s debts, pay for your mother’s surgery and full treatment, and give you ten million dollars when the contract ends.” “What… What are the rules?” she asked softly, her voice cracking. “What do I have to do? And what can’t I do? Please… I need to understand everything.” Matthew’s expression remained cold, but he answered. “Separate living quarters. No questions about my personal life or past. No emotional attachment. You will attend events with me and act the part of a

She paused, then added, "The kitchen is making your favorite fish and chips tonight. I'll have dinner with you, so make sure you come downstairs." "Got it." I left the study with her blazer over my shoulders. But as I passed the hallway, I took it off and casually draped it over the railing. When I returned to my room, my phone lit up with a screenshot of a wire transfer from my mother-in-law, Evelyn Sinclair. It was a cool 100 million dollars. Right after, she sent another text message. "Does my foolish daughter still think she's being considerate? And that she's the ultimate catch for a wife?"