A Killer's Wife Novels & Stories

Zenith tried to stop her. Ahhh! Helena shrieked. Blood trickled out of a small hole between her eyebrows. Thump! She toppled onto her back with her arms wide open. She was dead! Kiran killed her! “K-Kiran York, you killed my wife?” Zenith roared, his voice trembling. Ha! Kiran chuckled. “She called me a murderer and shouted for me to kill her. I couldn’t ignore her wish, could I? You should thank me for helping her realize her dream.”

How dare you claim this car is yours, you penniless loser? Since I needed to take back the drug, I had no choice but to rush over to Melissa's wedding venue. There, I saw that the man embracing her in the poster was none other than Samuel Fuller, the husband I had been married to for the past three years. At first, I thought something was wrong with my eyesight. Why else would I be seeing my husband on a wedding poster with another woman? However, in the next second, I spotted Melissa walking onto the stage with a bouquet in hand. She spoke proudly to the guests. "Everyone, welcome to my wedding with Samuel Fuller, the wealthiest man in the country!"

"Then answer it." "I can't." "Then go." The words came out harder than he meant them. She flinched. He didn't take them back. "If you can't be in this, then go. But don't come back. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep—" He stopped. His voice was barely a whisper. "I can't keep watching you leave." She stood up. Her legs were still shaking. She looked at him—shoulders hunched, hand clenched against his mouth. He looked less like a killer and more like a man who was about to fall apart.

She had no choice but to beg your servants to slip the antidote into your food. Racked with anguish, Gareth clutched his head and shouted, "Shut up!" However, Jillian pressed on relentlessly, delighting in Gareth's breakdown at finally learning the truth. "Willow had nothing. Guess how she managed to persuade those sleazy servants of yours?" "I told you to shut up!" Unable to take it anymore, Gareth swung his sword and hacked her tail in two. She immediately teared up in agony. "Stop acting like you were so devotedly in love with her, Gareth. Aren't you the one who caused her death? You weren't even drunk that night, were you? You must've enjoyed having sex with your wife's sister right in f

He grasped Alia’s hand, his voice brimming with emotion, “My dear, you’re awake! Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Alia’s eyes widened, her breath catching in shock. Her mind went blank, and for a moment, the pain in her chest vanished. She knew this man—she could never forget him. He was the very same man who, just last night, had murdered his wife and shot at her, the castle’s cold-blooded killer—Marcellus!

His eyes were swollen and he had lost a lot of weight in just four days. "Blake, Jaybie, you are here? Any news?" "Yes, we found who is after your wife. Some groups of female assassins with a psychopathic woman as their leader. They usually never cross our path, but it seems like someone paid them good money to kill her. We are visiting her, wanna come?" "No," I replied sharply, "I've said it over and over again, I don't want Mordecai and Jaxon getting their hands dirty or becoming involved with our work. Don't come with us."

She taunted in a mocking tone. “Your grandmother must be really disappointed in you.” She paused bending over her ear she added, “It’s only a matter of time before you become the wife of a murderer.” “Shut up! You scheming bitch!” Kaira yelled angrily. “You think your schemes will work? Framing my husband for a crime he didn’t commit?” She spat looking at each of them. “But it isn’t a scheme darling, your husband really is a murderer.” Claudia laughed wickedly. “You should go home and rest while you still can, Kaira.” She added with a vicious smile.

A woman yelled at the top of her voice. "Yes, I support her. She has to leave! The community leader warned us earlier but we were too blind to see it. Look at what her presence has caused. Must we all die before you see it?" A man roared at Finn. I took a deep breath as I turned the door knob. They all looked back and some hissed. "The killer is here.” "Good evening…" "Spare us your greetings! What did you do to my husband? Why did they shoot him? What did you do to them?" The woman shouted, grabbing my clothes by the neck and squeezing them.

She seemed to be good at everything. Henry always talked about his junior with pride. She was also well-known in the hacker community. Surprisingly, that was the woman he was married to. She didn't look at him, nor did she feel like she'd exposed herself. She no longer felt like Grayson was a stranger. She was still focused on the killer. "The killer looks like a woman, but it's definitely not Lena." Grayson stared at Belle for a little while longer before nodding. "It doesn't look like her at all."

I shut the door behind us and locked it. Cat stood in the center of the room, arms crossed, chin lifted. Defiant. "You want to yell at me?" she asked. "Go ahead. Get it out of your system." I stared at her. At this woman I'd married. This stranger. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded. "You know who I am." "No," I said, stepping closer. "I know you're Catarina Vitale. I know you're my wife. I know you just killed three men without breaking a sweat. But I don't know who you are."