Novel & Cerita A Killer's Wife

It’s like he’ thinking of something too and his thoughts are bothering me. “ Are you okay?” Fajardo asked. He visited me before he will drop home. I looked at him and slowly shook my head. No, I wasn’t. “ Why will the killer leave the body in front of our house?” He looks at me and I know that he’s in deep thoughts too. Hayden, my husbands, is connected to all of the events in the serial murder that we’re trying to solve. I think I will lost my mind.

His fingers dug into the man's crimson-stained shirt, his temper raging just beneath the surface. Joel coughed, his sneer never once leaving his mouth though his face twisted with agony. His chin was splattered with blood as he snarled. "You prepared for this Kc?" Kc's teeth gritted. "Finish the farce once and for all!" Valeria standing next to him, her hands trembling, gulped. "Joel, speak if you do know something!" Joel's gaze snapped to her, something inscrutable passing for a moment before it came back to Kc. "The murderer of your wife and your child. is closer than you think."

I whispered, my eyes wide with a finger pressed against my lips. “Why not?” He released a heavy breath. “Who else can pay besides her?” “Don’t call my daughter; the girl wearing her face right now is a killer… she…” My lips wobbled as Tara gathered. “She killed my wife! She murdered her in cold blood… if you call her, she might kill me too.” “Okay, so who do I call instead?” “I—“ he started, but a pair of shiny shoes stepped in front of us, and ordered.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

An arm-length away, but still a danger to touch. He's a poison she once had. Losing the memory of being intoxicated made the idea of being his victim again inviting. “What- I thought you didn’t know.” Belle looked away and kept a straight look in front of the unmoving car. Looking at his face made her weak and helpless. “Did you even love your ex-wife?” “Wife. She’s still my wife, Hya. We were never divorced.” Before she could say another word, Nikolai opened the door. “Liam is waiting inside.”

"This morning, I went to get Dr. King's signature and accidentally knocked over a file. It was all written there. Skye never had heart disease. He never needed a transplant. Mr. Levine… His heart was cut out alive and sewn back in. He was toyed with until he died." Eira's mind exploded. Images of our once-happy life as a family of three surged up. Gripping the bed rail, her voice turned shrill. "Skye Whitley!" Meeting his terror-stricken eyes, Eira snatched a scalpel from the side tray and drove it into his chest. "Die!" Chaos erupted instantly. Screams, shouts, people trying to intervene. Some onlookers even snapped photos and videos. Police arrived quickly. The evidence piled up fast. Eira

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

Suspected murderer. And now… husband. Ariella lifted her eyes to meet his. Cold. Calculating. No warmth, no flicker of doubt — only a deadly kind of stillness. Like a man who’d slit a throat and still make it to dinner in a clean suit. "You look like you want to kill me," Lucien said, voice smooth as silk, yet edged with ice. “You’ll need to do better at hiding it, wife.” Wife. The word slithered down her spine like a curse.

She was about to slap me but a hand blocked it. "I know she's stupid, but you can't touch her. Even your fingertips." Zach said coldly. while intently looking at his Mom. "Stop your craziness Mom! You just hate everything. I'm not happy with what you're up to. You have no right to treat Kimora like this. She's my wife and no one can hurt my wife without my permission!" Zach pulled me away so I could do nothing. I wanted to pull Athena’s hair but I knew I wasn’t in a position to do that. I was just a humble poor and married to a rich and handsome man. And also lived in a Mafia Family.