Novel & Cerita A Killer's Wife

I said hoping he was smart enough to hear the sarcasm in my voice. "Vivian Moore isn't it? How is Mr Moore?" He asked and my heart skipped a beat. I cleared my throat before I spoke. "Keep my husband out of this matter, this is between me and you," I clarified and he laughed. "It wasn't between you and my mistress was it?" He asked. "She almost killed someone I considered like a sister, she had dirt on her hands, my husband doesn't even know how to hold a gun,"I said. Apart of me felt weird casually calling Mason my husband. I wanted him dead but I wanted the blood to be on my hands.

he replied simply. Sheila scoffed, her nails digging into her designer bag. "Don’t act like this is some love story. She is a nobody." Killian’s gaze sharpened, and his arm slid around my waist. Firm. Possessive. He pulled me against his side, claiming me. "She is my wife," he cut in, his tone low but dangerous. "And she is the woman raising my daughter. So if you are going to open your mouth again, you will speak with respect."

I told Max. I restrained myself from becoming enraged when the woman entered and sat on the sofa with a face that looked familiar to me. She doesn't appear to have killed my family, but I think she is the wife of the man who killed my parents. "I recognize you, Ace Shelton, and I'm here to tell you that my husband has something special planned for you. Just don't hit him; I know what he did was a mistake," the woman said this to me, and I turned around.

Or a comrade? I thought me saying 'I love you' to her would rub on her conscience and make her confess, but she did not and I am infuriated. I know she loves me and I also know a lot of things are holding her back from saying it back. My wife is trained to kill. An old, retired, nameless cop wouldn't be able to raise such a deadly fighter. Now, my men are not out to find her half-siblings, but to find out who she really is.

he said and she smiled sweetly. "You're welcome." She removed his existence in the auction as well to have no loose strings since after all, he drove her home after shooting that damn woman. "You admit to being a merciless killer?" he asked and she stared at him with no expression. "You have no idea how this world can be cruel, Silvester. It's kill or be killed, torture or be tortured, and survive or be enslaved," she said in a serious tone. "I do know how this world can be cruel," he whispered as the flashback of his wife getting killed entered his mind. She clenched her jaw before looking away as the same thing entered her mind. The blood of his wife on her hands.

"It wasn't that difficult to locate you, just the way I found your home." "You were at my house? Like this?" "Your wife took me from your home to the hospital. She told me I would meet you there. If I had known she was your wife, I wouldn't have gone with her. Many wives are witches." Tipping the bottle of liquor, he downed more. "Why are you here if the baby is gone?" "To see the face of my baby's killer one more time." "My wife killed your baby, not me. So watch that little mouth of yours!"

Handy moaned his hand still on his manhood "I can't do it" she said plainly turning her head to the other side scared at looking at her husband's dangerous face. "Are you nut or what?" came Handy loud voice still standing at the entrance of the door his eyes turning red. "You can see that I am murnining my friend and you shouldn't ask me for such at this time she is just like a sister to me" Kaira defended hoping he will understand her opinion. "I don't give a dam about her death now get the f*ck up and come satisfy me" he growled. He is the killer so why should he care.

I wasn’t in the mood for him now. “Shouldn’t she get that? Shouldn’t she have someone willing to take risks for her?” I spin around facing my brother. He stands on the hilltop, hands crossed in front of his chest, neck tilted to the right. Hard eyes glint at me. “Yes. But why us? Hasn’t she caused enough damage to our entire family? Even your father wants her gone.” “My fathers’ hurt, he’ll come around and if he doesn’t it’s his loss for going against his better judgment. But you, Killer...” I pause, taking a deep breath, letting my mind clear, “I thought you are better than that, she’s your wife.”

I tried to pull my hand away, but Kerill tightened his grip. “Good day,” he began confidently. “I’m Kerill Wang, and I’m here to clarify the issue involving my brother and my wife.” The word hit me like lightning. Wife? “My wife has always been a good friend to my brother. They spend time together, as seen in the photos that circulated online. But let me make one thing clear—anyone who continues to attack my wife will face legal consequences. Or worse… they’ll deal with me.” The room fell into stunned silence.