A Killer's Wife の小説・ストーリー

He tracked every single movement of her ribs, mapping the exact rhythm of her survival. He had sworn to destroy the Vitiello family. He had kidnapped this woman, chained her to a wall, and forced her into submission. But looking at her now, fragile and broken with a needle buried in her arm, a dark, possessive violence clawed directly through his chest. She was his wife. Her breaths belonged to him. Her life belonged to him. Killian did not move from the chair. He sat in the dim room, watching her chest rise and fall, waiting in absolute, terrifying stillness for his Doll to finally open her eyes.

I'm the one who kept having withdrawals for seven fvcking years. Reaching the cabinet, I retrieve the first aid kit to clean the wounds. Hades, the fvcker, should start picking his funeral song because he'll pay. Not only for hitting me but for taking my wife away from me. The condescending piece of shit always made it clear that I shouldn't be with her. She's a mafia princess, and I'm a nobody, a killer who should remain in the shadows and only come out when he's needed to take care of extracurricular activities.

"Yeah, a one fucked up case..." The man replied and Katrina looked at me. "Can you tell what exactly happened?" Ken asked. "That couple was fucking psycho... The woman used to murder people, she was a serial killer and her husband used to help her hide the dead bodies... I had doubts about them from the beginning, like who the fuck builds house in the middle of graveyard. It was clear that they were mentally sick people... I had found some evidence too and that time the woman was targeting some man. I meddled but she escaped from my hands... When I went to their house to arrest them, they had committed suicide... I got a suicide letter written by Peter Diaz, saying that his wife committed su

I don’t look over my shoulder and just keep looking at the dessert, knowing somehow he wouldn’t want me to see him like this. After a couple of harsh breaths, Killer continues with a cold voice, probably trying to detach himself from the memories as much as possible. “Ten fucking man for just one woman who couldn’t even defend herself. My mom was a small woman, same height as you. She made up for it with her character but that obviously wouldn’t work on them. They tortured her for hours, raped her and dismembered her body. In our own fucking house, leaving her body parts scattered around the house like a scavenger-hunt for my dad to find. I never left my room and they somehow never looked fo

“Her friend said she went to catch an adulterer. I don’t know the details. Just go find your mother!” Then, the call disconnected. “Catch an adulterer?” I turned to my mother in confusion. She avoided my gaze and whispered into my ear, “I’ll explain later.” Just then, another doctor approached us, holding a report. “The victim's face was too badly damaged to identify, and she wasn’t carrying any identification or personal belongings. We ran her DNA through the national database. The deceased has been identified as Susan Jacklin.” The moment the name was spoken, Claire’s eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the floor. Susan Jacklin was my mother-in-law’s name.

"I don't see what's making you so angry? Well... I have to tell Rodriguez I won't be at work tomorrow." *** "Where were you?" Rodriguez heard his wife quizzed him Immediately he got in. "What do you mean?" He played dumb. "I mean, you came early than expected. Are you ok?" "Of course I am. The deal just closed early." She almost choked heating him say the 'deal' like it was some casual manner. It took every bit of her not to reveal to him what she knew. She was living with a cold-blooded murderer and she had no idea, it was absolutely chilling.

Wanted to grab his razor from the sink and open the door and— My eyes fixed on the razor. Silver. Sharp. It would be so easy. One quick motion across his throat. Watch the light leave his eyes the way he'd watched it leave mine. Justice. Revenge. Murder. I stared at the razor, my mind fracturing between what I knew and what I'd dreamed and what I could prove. Because that was the question, wasn't it? Should I kill my husband for something that hadn't happened yet? For something that might have only been a nightmare?

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Being Mrs. Schrett was supposed to be Shirley's happily ever after. Instead, it became the place where she buried every dream she ever had. When she discovers her husband's years-long affair, Shirley refuses to let her daughters grow up in a home built on deceit. She eventually walks away with nothing but her children and the forgotten talent she once sacrificed for love. Five years later, she returns as the woman behind one of the country's fastest growing luxury jewelry brands. Damien Schrett doesn't recognize the quiet wife he once knew in the confident businesswoman standing before him. He only knows he can't stop thinking about her. Now that fate has brought them toget

Then, she walked towards the estate that surrounded the building. Hazel took a leisurely morning stroll, unafraid of the criminals who could attack her at any time, because the building and the vast forest surrounding it were the fiefdom of a mafia family. Not a single crime occurred here because of the great influence of the family name. It was also because there was a high fence surrounding each end of the forest. Hazel usually took a leisurely stroll from the kitchen exit to the entrance gate through these woods.