A Killer's Wife Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

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.

"Yeah, a one fucked up case..." The man replied and Katrina looked at me. "Can you tell what exactly happened?" Ken asked. "That couple was fucking psycho... The woman used to murder people, she was a serial killer and her husband used to help her hide the dead bodies... I had doubts about them from the beginning, like who the fuck builds house in the middle of graveyard. It was clear that they were mentally sick people... I had found some evidence too and that time the woman was targeting some man. I meddled but she escaped from my hands... When I went to their house to arrest them, they had committed suicide... I got a suicide letter written by Peter Diaz, saying that his wife committed su

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."

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.

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.”

he revealed My head sparked with anger and the way my body hairs stood sent a cold feeling to my soul, I shook aggressively and wondered if my wife was safe at the moment or she's on her way to a deadly road filled with pain. I looked at the Cheif and he quickly saw the pain in my eyes "She has everything planned out, she wanted us to catch the killer because she knew I would be the first person to see him and by so doing, I will leave my wife at home with the same chef that will end her life" I revealed with tears running out of my eyes like rain