A Killer's Wife Novels & Stories

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.

Turning downstairs, Keiran was there, plastering the perfect shocked expression on his face. "I..." Balqis was lost. She saw Keiran here just now, but how did he get downstairs and the gun in her hand? "I... was just..." "Miss Rhoda did you kill my wife?" She saw through his stern figure. He played her again! This time, the evidence was clear, and there were witnesses— the children.

"Among these killers, the pregnant ones are masters of disguise. She's here for you!" She didn't pause, her voice cold and mocking. "They study your weaknesses. They know what you value most. How could Valentina possibly be here? She's at home, waiting peacefully to give birth!" No! I shook my head wildly, trying to tear off the rest of the hood. The ropes dug into my skin, but the pain of Alex's next words was worse. "That damn killer!" Alex roared. "She dares to use my wife's face to play mind games!"

I broke Killian’s phone! Shocked, frozen in that very spot by the couch, while Killian is half dead upstairs, with my mind filled with gory pictures, I understand my husband was nothing but a creepy stalker. He kept naked pictures of his sleeping wife in the same folder where he kept pictures of people he apparently killed. What did I marry into???

Antov grunted, but still neither of them moved an inch. “I didn’t want to do this, but your boss is our brother….would you really have us call him and have you fired in the process?” I threatened, knowing very well I couldn't call Kirill…not yet anyway. If I did, he could know I was here without his permission… and then I’d be in trouble. I stared behind them to see for myself what she really looked like, only to catch sight of something horrifying… My brother’s wife, and killer….hugging another man shamelessly.

He gulped and then nodded in affirmation. I nodded, smirking a bit. "Well. I am the Silent Killer. Kaal's wife and a woman who is much more ruthless and dangerous than Kaal," I growled. "I am sorry," he cried out. I bet he would have peed in his pants, but since he was drenched in cold water, no one would ever get to know. "So, Kaal has made his decision and he wants to kill you? Am I right?" I asked him. "Y...yes," he stuttered weakly.

i stood their and watched her for a while but then she raised her hand for prayer and said " why Allah why, Was i that bad that you gave me this severe punishment that you made me married to a killer " i could not tolerate it she thinks of me as a killer well i am but why it hurt? Everyone knkws a who i am a mafia king a killer it nothing new but why it hurts when she said it my own wife. she thinks its her punishment to get married to me . i could not tolerate it so i went away.

“The King had her killed for what she had done.” His posture changes a little, almost like he tenses up. “That is interesting.” “See, it wasn’t them.” I was trying to reason with him. Trying to make him see what really happened. “She did it, the Hunter in her was still there. You said it yourself. They were like you, not like her.” He stares deep into my soul. A shiver runs down my back as his cold hand latches around my wrist. He leans in closer to me. His fangs seem to drop a little lower, inches from my face. “My wife was killed first, so someone is lying.”

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.