A Killer's Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wendy insisted. “By having a child for my husband, you already did. Whore. Since that’s what everybody knew you as before. I guess they were right about your profession.” Natalia said with a disdainful look. “I did not kill you. Someone is trying to set me up.” Wendy said. Natalia’s face morphed into something that Wendy could not recognize as she smirked dangerously. Wendy had never seen Natalia wield that look and it terrified her. Natalia leaned into the bars. “You think?”

He signaled Jerome to shoot her. The wife started crying and muffling through the tape, as if she was begging them to spare her life. Seeing his wife’s condition, Ace was defeated. “Fine, fine, I will tell you who did it, but please, let my wife go.” Hearing this, Kilian gestured for Jerome to put his fingers away from the trigger and the man obeyed. “The one who gave me the order to shoot her was actually your mother, Charlotte.” Hearing this, Kilian’s eyes widened.

“I won’t let you miss me for too long. I will come back. And I will kill all of you.” Damn. I had almost forgotten. My wife used to be the Hunters’ strategist. I stared at the woman sitting before me. She was wearing a black mini dress which exposed her long legs when she crossed them as she stared at me intently. “So, after you are done using my body as you please, you are going to discard me? How cruel. But aren’t you going to feel lonely, though?” “And why would I be?” she asked while munching a banana. That sinful fruit of all people. She was licking it and wrapping her mouth around it as if it was the tastiest thing in the world.

"But it hasn't ended. It will never end. Not until you leave this world by my hands." Kael stared at me, his face pale. "So he wasn't lying. You were truly the killer." "Yes." He laughed, a low, almost admiring sound. "Well, then. I've truly underestimated the woman I call my wife. You're a monster. You are truly my wife, for I see myself in you." I shot him again. The bullet hit him in the chest, and he staggered back, his hand flying to the wound. The crowd around us gasped. Guards and pack members stood frozen, watching. No one moved to help him.

After my parents died, she is the only family I have left. "Who is your first target?" Nyka interrogated me. "Devon, the eldest son," I replied. "However, he was not present on that murderer's night." "I knew he wasn't there, yet there was something about him that drew me in." I'd like to know why, and second, he'd be a key to my house for the rest of my life." ”All well, then you're going to kill him." "No. I'm not going to kill him until I'm sure he's also a murderer. We can't kill somebody who isn't guilty. It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly.

"Everything?" He shot her a deadly look, those green eyes darkened like a storm. “Did I stutter?" Valeria shook her head. “Absolutely not, I'll do that right away.” Valeria turned to leave. "What's your husband's name?” He suddenly asked, making her stop in her tracks. She turned slowly and stared at him, confused. Then it hit her. The only thing she knows about her mystery husband is that his grandmother calls him Treasure, but there is no way she's telling him that.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Leaving his wife and sister at the table. Roma look at the untouched food on the table left by her husband, she called out to the help to clear the table. “Ohh my, I can’t believe Adrian is back and didn’t even bother coming home.” Her comment sounded sarcastic. But Roma ignored her. A woman who seemed to be in her early forties said. The woman who is Adrian aunty, Belinda, she is the Junior sister of Edward and she stays in the family with her adopted daughter Kira.

the younger one muttered to his partner, as if reading the tension in the room like a weather forecast. “Why won’t we come closer to your wife?” the older officer asked, tone clipped and challenging. “Didn’t you hear the testimony from your sister-in-law? She said your wife tried to kill her. She almost died. This is—this is serious.” “My wife would never—” Louis snapped, his voice catching in the middle. “She wouldn’t. I can vouch for her.” His hand found mine. Warm. Strong. Steady. They couldn’t really believe this. They couldn’t.