Wife For Rent Novels & Stories

He fixed his eyeglasses and came closer to my phone screen. "Sir, is she the woman who rented here recently and immediately left?" The old man first studied my wife's face. "She is. That beautiful woman is the one who rented here. She has already left. Is she your wife?" he asked me. I nodded. "Yes. She left because we were having a quarrel. I couldn't control myself so I yelled at her and kicked her out," I said sadly. "That's why she's constantly crying. The other renters here are complaining because your wife doesn't stop crying. I told them to stop crying and that she might have a deep problem. She even left some things behind because of her haste. Do you want to see her stuff?"

One day during break time they began to talk and two of them, who lived together, began to talk about how they had to pay the rent to the lady in charge of the pension, then Renata listened very interested in what they were saying, then she asked them where she was and how she was living with her: -Look, it's a guesthouse in the Narvarte neighborhood, it's a big house and the lady is called Conchita, she rents rooms either for you alone or shared, of course shared is cheaper and she only rents them to women, so there are no men there, besides Conchita is very strict, She does not skimp and if you want to eat, you bring your things and she lets you prepare them, she lends you the stove, she i

The second I crossed the threshold, I was so dead tired that I just crashed on the couch. Wendell and I had cohabited for a year. I was the one leaseholder for this apartment. The rent was 4,800 dollars a month. Wendell would wire me 2,000 dollars every month, and I covered the rest. Every single time, he'd say, "Renting is like flushing money down the toilet. Let's just split it for now. Once we buy a place, we'll be set. Just tough it out for a bit longer."

"The apartment is vacant currently and he wants to give it off at fifty dollars per month and which amounts to six hundred dollars. He stressed that he wouldn't receive payment by installment." She looked at me with a sad face, "I hope you have enough for this?" "Sure, I do." "Wow! That's great. Are you packing into the apartment with your husband?" My heart skipped due to the question. "I don't have a husband," She popped out her eyes, took out her phone, and surfed the net. She peered into her phone with amazement. "Your husband, Mr. Jason the billionaire? Oops! He is getting married to someone else? I'm just seeing it now."

She also seems not to have feelings for him like almost all the women in H city does, which is something he likes. She didn’t care about anything, so what was her reason for agreeing to marry him? Or is she pretending? She didn’t behave like someone from a poor background, and that is uneducated. According to the information given to him by Ethan, she only went to high school and started her coffee shop by requesting a loan from a friend. She is an orphan, which means she has no family. But he feels there is something else about her he doesn’t know. "Jack" "Yes boss" "Tell the private investigator to run a proper investigation on Miss Allen." "Okay boss"

"First of all, you are my wife. Even if I bought the house, you legally own half of it. The law will protect you from anyone who wants to take away that right, including me. Second, if you had shared your apartment with me, I would be worried about my sleeping place all the time, so where will I get the time and energy to invest in the stock market? Finally, you're my lucky charm in choosing which stocks to invest in. Without you, I probably would be suffering losses in the stock exchange. Now, do you still think you'd be freeloading by living here rent-free? All of those reasons perfectly justify your stay here,"

Every small motion screamed apology, yet it drew him in closer without him realizing. “And tonight...” she hesitated, voice barely audible. “What Marcus said at the club...” Adrian paused, noticing her fingers tighten around his sleeve. “He said your wife is more elegant than me,” she whispered. “I know he’s right,” she murmured bitterly, lowering her gaze. “She comes from a powerful family. I’m just... someone your family helped. A sponsored student.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, though he didn’t move immediately. A flicker of old hurt from years ago surfaced, just enough to remind him that some wounds never fully heal.

With a rent of only $2,500, I felt lucky to be able to live here. And even after paying rent, I could still live quite comfortably. Since it was the weekend, I focused first on moving in and carefully arranging my belongings. “This is nice.” I never expected I would be in a position like this. Yes, I once imagined having a better life when I was going to marry Samuel. I used to think we would love each other, and with that, my once dull life would become happier. Suddenly, my hands clenched. When I met his family back then, I should have realized—they never liked me at all.

"His reputation? The Vale Group stock value?" "His privacy " I corrected. A dark wicked smile slowly spread across my lips. My heart was still pounding like an animal against my ribs. "He wants to keep that girl and that pathetic girl Rita hidden away in his dark mansion. He wants to play the protective father in the shadows. He spent millions of dollars to keep the press from finding out that his wife ran away five years ago with a child. He hates the light." "What are you getting at, Kate?" Harrison asked. His voice dropped low. He glanced toward the security camera over his shoulder.

Joanne. "Lucia, where've you been?" Michael snapped. "And this car—how much did you blow renting it? You think we're made of money?" They clearly thought she'd charged it to one of their old cards. Problem? Even that wouldn't cover a ride like this. So it had to be a rental, right? That just made them madder. "Cut ties with us, but still burning through our cash?" Joanne sneered. "Nice." Then Alice piped up, eyeing the gown.