The Ten Dollar Wife Novels & Stories

"Your wife has been very uncooperative. But we think you might be more reasonable." "What do you want?" "We want ten million dollars. Wire transferred to the account number we'll send you." "Ten million?" "You have twenty-four hours. If we don't receive the money, Jane dies." The video showed Jane struggling against the ropes, trying to scream through the tape. "How do I know this is real?" I said to the screen. As if reading my mind, the voice said, "Check today's newspaper next to her chair." I looked closer. There was indeed a newspaper visible, with today's date clearly shown.

What the actual fuck? “I just need you to smile” his words ring in my head again and I find my lips tilting into a half smile, what game is this mad man playing again? How dare he call me his wife? “Two hundred million dollars to Mr changretta” the host announces again and the hall erupts in an applause, they are clearly congratulating the husband and wife. This man has a lot of explaining to do and I mean every single bit of it. His wife? I’d rather not wolf out again for the rest of my life.

want cash when there's a easier form of transaction." Rachel stated. "I want to see you, silly. Don't you want to see me too?" Sara laughed manically and Rachel let out a low groan of frustration. "Why would I want to see you? Is there anything else worth seeing you about?" Rachel muttered harshly. "You keep hurting me with your words. Don't make me reconsider. If I do, you might not be able to hold on to that title of a billionaire's wife. Do as I asked. I'll tell you the location, okay. You are in Los Angeles right? I saw on a gossip blog that you have arrived here. You look good by the way. " Rachel had just had enough of her sister and her annoying tone. She finally clicked her phone sh

I then got out my phone from my pocket and looked through it as I found out he had sent me more than ten million dollars. I looked at him. “You sent me ten million?” He shrugged. “I know you have a lot of things to buy and I’ve seen you watching a lot of ads and you don’t want to ask me for money. You’d rather die than ask. So I don’t want you to die or ask. I want you to have it. But I also want you to know that I’m your husband.” I leaned back in my seat and folded my arms. “You confuse me, Anthony.”

"The initial capital for the Holloway contract came from my father. I asked him to structure it as a private loan instead of a direct family transfer because I didn't want my husband's success attributed to my name before he'd earned it in the public eye. That was my decision. My husband learned about it twenty minutes ago, same as I imagine you did." The reporter's pen paused mid-motion, clearly not expecting honesty to arrive so plainly. Sophia's composed expression cracked, just slightly, at the corners. "That's quite an admission," Sarah Klein said carefully. "Are you saying your husband was unaware of the source of his own company's founding capital?"

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

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She didn't say hello. "Your wife," she said, "has made a fool of me in front of two hundred women. She walked to my table with a cashier's check for a quarter of a million dollars and set it down next to my water. Then she called it a matching pool, so every woman in that room had to open her purse. Sloane filmed all of it." "Ex-wife," I said. "Don't correct me today, Grant. Where does a girl like that find two hundred and fifty thousand dollars? Bring her home. A wife I can watch is better than an enemy I can't."

I walk into the building I get a lot of looks I head over to the reception desk. "Hello ma'am How can I help you?" A young girl at the desk asked. "Hi, I'm here to meet my husband Luca Lombardi," I say the girl looks me up and down "we get that a lot I'm going to have to check with Mr. Lombardi to see if you really are his wife and if he's expecting her," she says and then picks up her phone and begins to dial. "Hi sir there's a woman here claiming to be your wife," the girl says there's a pause I assume he speaking

"Hey, do you want to go outside? I know you're bored here." When I glanced at him, he was already wearing shorts. I looked at his body. His eight pack abs are visible. His muscles are on the right places, his panty-dropping v line... His chiseled chest... This man is really perfect. Gosh! This man should be in jail for being sexy! I feel like I'm the luckiest woman in the world because I'm his wife. No joke. "Stop staring, Celeste cause I’m melting. Hold it instead..."