Novel & Cerita A Killer's Wife

She looked at the Gorgon, and for the first time, the man in the white suit felt a flicker of genuine fear. "I didn't throw away my shield," Sloane said, her voice a low, vibrating growl. "I chose my weapon." She pulled two frag grenades from her belt and kicked over a heavy equipment crate for cover. "Julian," she whispered, leaning down to press a fierce, salt-tasting kiss to his forehead. "Close your eyes. It’s about to get very dark." As the first explosion rocked the warehouse, the "Killer Wife" unleashed a level of violence that made her time with the Volkovs look like child's play. She wasn't fighting for a Don. She wasn't fighting for a name.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

the inspector said, standing up from his chair. He began to circle me slowly. “How about I tell you what really happened, Mrs. Mia Marcus? You came back from the hospital, went straight to your room, and saw your husband with his cousin, having a chat, holding hands like siblings do. You got angry, suspected more, picked up a knife from the apple bowl, and stabbed Eunice out of sheer jealousy and anger. You also injured your husband when he tried to stop you. Then, you fled to the penthouse. Isn’t that the real story, Mrs. Mia Marcus?” My jaw dropped. I couldn’t wrap my head around what I just heard. I just couldn’t believe my ears; the lies I heard made me doubt myself.

"Unless you admit that both your parents' deaths were deserved. Admit that you're a failure and that you were never good enough for me. Then transfer all your shares in the company to Hayden. "If you do that, I'll consider saving your mother." "That's outrageous!" the attending physician screamed. "Dr. Lowell, how can you say something like that? Mr. Kirkland has already humbled himself enough. Please just let him and his mother go." Hayden kicked the physician to the ground. "This doesn't concern you. Get lost, or I'll deal with you too!" The physician hit the floor hard. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Even so, he struggled to sit up.

But as usual he hadn't let her get the satisfaction of seeing a frown on his face. “If you ever run away from me, Vina, I will come and find you. This world isn't big enough to hide you from me,” he boasted, almost making her want to play this game of chase. She was very close to testing him if not for the mission that she had been assigned with. Killing someone would definitely take priority over anything else. According to the profile of the victim that she had been given, this woman herself had been a killer or an Assassin once. This should have scared Vevina instead it made her nerves tingle from the excitement of meeting someone of her own caliber or mental state.

“Two years, back when I was just carving out my first territory. She was there, beautiful, ambitious, but weak. She cheated, fucked some lowlife, took the money I’d entrusted her, and ran to Russia. That’s it. She’s nothing now.” I listened, my fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the truth in his detachment. “I know our world, tesoro,” I said, voice steady. “Women come and go in your bed, always have. Being your wife isn’t for the faint-hearted. I’m not some fragile thing who’ll break because of your past or your affairs. I know who I married, a don, a killer, a man who needs a woman as unbreakable as he is. The wife title isn’t just a ring; it’s a crown I wear with blood.”

"Legal proximity. He may be her man in the sheets and the boardroom, George, but she is still your wife. The law doesn't care about love, and it certainly doesn't care about Killian’s ego." She leaned in, her breath smelling of bitter tea. "Katherine is playing a game of power, but she’s lonely at the top. Killian is a shark; he’ll eat her the moment she bleeds. You? You are the husband. You are the only person allowed to walk into her bedroom at three a.m. and pretend to be a victim." I looked at her, the gears in my mind beginning to grind through the rust of my despair.

Her hair was messy, lips swollen, and she didn’t even bother to hide the marks on her neck. She smiled at me. Not apologetic. Not guilty. Smug. “Hey, Lyara,” Lila said sweetly. “Surprise.” My vision went white at the edges. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The kitchen suddenly felt too small, too hot. “You’ve been sleeping with my husband?” The words tasted like acid. Lila shrugged. “It just happened. We have chemistry. You and Adrian… you don’t.” She glanced at Adrian. “Right, baby?”

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."