Novel & Cerita A Killer's Wife

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.

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."

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

She gripped a boning knife tightly in her hand, and a strange smile was plastered on her face. No matter who approached her or what anyone said, she just kept smiling and raising the knife, repeating over and over in a crazed voice. "You see, I got my revenge. I avenged Mom and Dad! I'm a good daughter." A nearby officer looked grim and showed me footage from the restaurant's surveillance cameras. In the video, Vivian acted like a devoted wife, gently serving Tyler food. "Tyler, try this. I made it especially for you. You've been through so much. You should eat more!"

She blurted out, "Your Honor, has there been a mistake with the victim's information? How could it be my mother's name?" The judge frowned at her. "The victim's identity has been confirmed through multiple channels. It is, indeed, Margot Sinclair."

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

She knew it, and took advantage of it too. “I’m Kiara” Kiara smiled introducing herself to the woman, Nikita was her name, she was an elegant, ruthless woman, she loved her husband yes, but I’m guessing that he was the only one she loved in this world, and being newlyweds, they were yet to have a child. That is of course if Timur did intend to have one, Nikita was his third wife over the years, the first had cheated on him, he killed her and her lover, the second ran away from him, she claimed that she didn’t know that he was a mafia man, and even brought the police on him, it hurt me to say, but it was me who decided that she should die that day. Nikita was the one who shot the woman, she w

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?”

Cassandra hovered at the edge of the crowd until Karen found her. "Cassandra!" Karen was practically vibrating. Cassandra pressed a hand to her arm, hushing her. "Keep it down." "Julian's definitely firing her after this. It's amazing, honestly!" Cassandra kept her expression neutral. She'd sent Karen those photos herself the night before the ones of Eleanor and Alex tangled up on deck. Framed innocently enough: Doesn't Alex have a wife? What's actually going on with him and Eleanor? Predictably, his wife had shown up the next day and torn the place apart.