Novel & Cerita A Killer's Wife

Killian ordered coldly. The maid slowly turned her head. Her face was completely drained of all color. She finally realized the absolute, horrific magnitude of her mistake. She had tried to kill the one thing this monster valued above his own life. Killian clamped the pliers onto her ring finger. "I will peel you apart piece by piece," Killian promised, his gray eyes completely black with madness. "And when you take your final breath, you will know that my wife will live like a queen while you rot in an unmarked grave."

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.

Her cheeks burned and without another word, she hurried toward the kitchen, trying her best to hold back her tears. She grabbed the nearest rag, wrung it under running water, then returned before Damien had the chance to call for her again. Everyone in the room stared at her. She bent over and wiped the table with trembling hands, praying nobody would speak. But no such luck. "Is your maid always this clumsy?" a man sitting near the fireplace asked. Before Damien could answer, another replied, "that's his wife." The room erupted. "Wife?" the first man repeated between laughs. "Damien, man, you could do better than this."

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.

I am the matriarch of Marquis Valebrook Manor, a woman who lives with unyielding pride and has never once bowed her head to a concubine. When I open my eyes again, I've become the neglected wife in a modern wealthy family, driven into depression by my scumbag husband and his mistress. When I expose their sordid affair, my scum of a husband, Joseph Cooke, sues me for "invasion of privacy". The judge orders me to issue a public apology for 15 days, and the entire internet eagerly waits to watch me become a laughingstock. Joseph smirks. "Apologize or spend the rest of your life behind bars!" The mistress, Naomi Baxter, sneers in provocation. "Times have changed, Brenda. In today's world, t

Her eyes flitted from Dan’s to mine and back to Dan’s. “Holy shit! Your wife?” She erupted with a peal of sadistic laughter. Her cackle caused the hairs on my skin to stand with dread. “I’ve paid you to kill your wife! Well, I hope this doesn’t change our deal, Hunter?” She asked. Hunter? Never mind Hunter, Tia had paid someone to kill me and it was him. My ex who I fled from. “Have you fucked him?” Dan removed the gun that was resting over his shoulder and pointed to an unconscious Kieran.