The Wife Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Why do they have to make everything about our husband? I knew how hard I worked for my money while I raised my child. Then I am being recognized as a billionaire's wife alone. "I'm sorry I'm not interested." I answered politely with a huge smile on my face. "Wait! What? Why are you not interested? Haven't you heard about us in social media." "I am so busy working on projects that I barely have anytime to be on social media." I answered the ladies as one of the scoffed. "Why do you have to work when you husband is a billionaire?" Jessie, the lady who had brought me to their midst questioned.

Was she doing something shady? After hours of searching, I got tired and decided to stop by a nearby restaurant for a drink. I ordered something quick, but as soon as the waitress handed me my cup, something about her face made me pause. She looked… familiar. When she walked away, I glanced back at the picture I had been given for identification—and my eyes widened. The resemblance wasn’t just close—it was perfect. She was working? I stared at the picture again, then at her. There was no mistaking it. Mrs. Knight, the billionaire’s wife, was working as a waitress. My mind was spinning. Why would she be doing this? What reason could she possibly have?

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

His band's tour had finally come to an end as he was preparing for his six month hiatus and his apartment was ready, just in time for him to move in. I knew that many of my friends from both our high school days and college days would be in attendance, and I knew that the news of me marrying a very powerful man had spread around, so I knew I had to look and play the role of a billionaire's wife. I sighed “this new life is surely an exhausting and tiring one”. “I wonder why he decided to invite our old classmates to his housewarming party. I would ask him when I got there”, I said to myself.

Mostly about his looks. The woman on the screen had platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Beautiful. Fit for a billionaire’s wife. “Heiress of the Garcia Estates,” Gabby breathed, scrolling like her life depended on it. “Isn’t she just stunning.” “Wow,” I said, meaning it about as much as she needed me to, and went back to my folder. I didn’t care much either way. Good for him. “She really is.” She sighed dreamily before slumping in the chair by my desk. “To be a billionaire's wife.”

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

"Please don't worry, Isaiah. Truthfully, I had to be much more frugal and careful back when I was still living with Victor. One hundred thousand dollars per year is actually a huge amount for someone like me—it's more than enough." "Wait, what did you just say?!" Isaiah's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets in disbelief. Hearing a former billionaire's wife casually claim that a hundred thousand dollars was "a huge amount" of money made him think she must be living in some kind of upside-down, reverse world where nothing made sense.

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.