The Ten Dollar Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When the kidnappers shoved a gun into Elena Vaughn's mouth and demanded ten million dollars from her husband, Julian Vaughn was busy with another woman. He focused all his attention on slowly zipping up Chloe Bennett's gown, without a thought for what Elena was going through. Julian only agreed to pay the ransom after Elena said through gritted teeth that the kidnappers might actually kill her. Soon after, a transfer landed in the kidnappers' account. Amount received: one dollar. Then Julian's ice-cold voice came through the phone. "Elena, consider this dollar your acting fee. "Chloe's having an asthma attack. I don't have time for your little show." The line went dead. Her face covered in b

] I wanted nothing to do with the sister and wife who betrayed me anymore. Jason deliberately opened the bedroom door, showing off the hickeys that covered his skin. The wedding suite I had carefully prepared had already been turned into a wreck. Used condoms were scattered all over the floor. The bedsheets were crumpled and stained, and the air was thick with a foul, musky odor. Jason looked at me provocatively. “Shawn, the wedding bed you prepared is really comfortable. “Chloe and I just unlocked ninety-nine different positions. She was screaming so loud the roof almost came off!”

"Ten thousand, ten thousand in cash..." "Ten thousand in cash?" The manager smiled and raised his hand to hit the security guard. "Do you know who she is? She’s Chairman Miller's wife, the eldest lady of the Plath’s family. You said she stole this lady's ten thousand dollars? Have you lost your mind?" The security guard turned pale with fright, looked at Summer in panic, and his voice began to tremble. "Wh… what?" Who was Summer? She was Chairman Miller's wife? Jasper's wife?

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

"I want a billion dollars, Vesarius. As I said, there shouldn’t be any police involved if you want to see your wife breathing. I don't bluff, Vesarius!" "I don't make jokes either, bastard! For every additional beating my wife gets, I will deduct ten million from the money." "Stop right there, Asshole. I hold your wife's life in my hands. And right now, you don't have the power to cheat on me." "We both need each other. You can't fool me. You also need me big time. You need billions from me. For every additional beating my wife gets, I will deduct ten million."

"Its okay Jana I understand. But where is my wife?" I was getting irritated because I haven’t seen my wife. I miss her so much. And also my baby Tanya. "And how long have I been here?" I asked. “One week.” She answered. My eyes widen. "Then where is my wife? If I have been here for a week then I’m sure that my wife is already here in the Philippines?” I saw her face started to get irritated. "Will you please stop looking for your wife because she's already gone?!" She said almost shouting.

Eka's smile grows sour as he sees how that commoner can affect his wife more than he did. "This is so boring" Eka growled at the woman who dressed like a prostitute in front of him. "How dare you! You left me behind! I am the daughter of Hills Company! My father will hear about this" the woman yelled at the cold president. "Woman like you disinterest me, leave at once", Eka ordered the annoying woman who has been clinging on his arm like a hungry beast. The woman has been rubbing her meaty breast on Eka caramel skin, somewhat annoying the president. Eka looks at his wife whether she will react to this, however, it's the complete opposite.

Either way, Ellen Johnson had become a myth wrapped in elegance and heartbreak. And now, somehow, she was being offered a contract to stand in the space that myth had left behind. Her grip tightened slightly on the papers. Ten million. The number echoed in her mind, louder than anything else. Ten million dollars—enough to erase the debt that had shadowed her for years, enough to breathe without calculation, without fear. It wasn’t just money. It was escape. She exhaled slowly, eyes still lowered. She understood the terms now, every cold, clinical detail hidden beneath polite phrasing. She would act as his wife in public. Fulfill all marital obligations expected of a husband and wife.

Perhaps she was thinking too little of him but… no poor man should be able to afford this kind of ride. Sensing his wife's hesitation with the concerned and questioning look on her face, Lucas decided to step in. "It's rented. Be careful not to get it dirty. It'll cost so much." "O-Oh, r-right. Sorry," carefully, she climbed in and settled down on the seats, feeling rather uncomfortable. She couldn't begin to imagine the cost of repair or even cleaning. She had no money to her name and her husband wasn't well off either. It would be stupid of her to be a burden on the first day.

I didn't want to dwell on the fact that my husband, whom I'd been married to for three years, hadn't told his friends about our marriage. "Hello, lady, you must be the maid, could you please tell me where the bathroom is?" And I thought I had seen it all until a nose-pierced lady who looked like a Barbie version of Billie Eilish walked up to me. I raised my middle finger and walked past her, using my eyes to scan the entire room, looking for my husband. "Hey," I felt a warm hand on my shoulders. "What is..." I turned to see the Barbie version of Billie Eilish standing with a pot-bellied man, and I froze. He was scary.