Cartel Wifes Novels & Stories

But now. Antoine Thorne had never been one to smile, but the look on her face now was terrible enough to curdle the blood of a demon, never mind those demons never had blood. Her perfectly made-up face was drawn up in a snarl, that would have stopped Emily in her tracks if the slap hadn’t from Carla hadn't. “You evil bitch! How dare you try to kill my sister-in-law out of envy? Just because you can’t have a child doesn’t mean you should kill other people’s own. I knew you were only going to cause trouble in this family.”

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

he points to the gray door at the end of the room. She turns to me confusion on her face. “Fortunately, The wife is stuck with me for the day, this is a date I promised her, and you know me, I’m a man of my word,” I say making the group laugh. “If that is so, why dont we all call our women in Dominic we can discuss numbers while they mix” the older man from before the leader of the white fang Mafia cartel in the city says “You will be surprised what my wife can do with numbers, she sighted a major tax fraud from my employees and found out Delandros was stealing from me because of her” I turn to her shocked face

“I can’t.” “You’re my wife. That elevates your status among the cartel women to second only to mi madre. Do as you please. Being comfortable is more important than what others think.” His comment reminded me of my argument with Dario. Once I was wed to the cartel, I was no longer under the famiglia’s control—Dario’s or even my mother’s.

I stopped putting myself first, too afraid to have a failed marriage under my belt. My husband had recently ended an 18-month undercover sting where him and his team had taken down a vicious Mexican cartel operating in the U.S. called La Familia. He was able to rescue over two hundred women and children from shipping containers that were being sex-trafficked. He had promised me when the case was over, he would take me on a second honeymoon. So we could reconnect with each other. I had missed him so much in his absence.

A wave of warmth flowed through me as I thought back to a night over a month ago. The cartel women were gathered at Aunt Maria’s home. There was something big happening within the Roríguez cartel. Aléjandro and el Patrόn wanted the women together and guarded. While being imprisoned under the guise of protection irritated me, I had no choice. Mama and Aunt Maria were back in Kansas City to meet my new niece, Ariadna Gia. My cousin Mireya welcomed not only me, but also Liliana and Sofia from Northern California and the newest member of the Roríguez cartel women, Mia Roríguez.

He decided to claim the rights with his wife. Carina felt the man on top of her holding every muscle in his body tight. She was so absorbed in their argument that she forgot he was pinning her to the carpet. She opened her mouth to make a clever remark about the shackles, then stopped. Meet his eyes. And her breath came out.

I Remember the month when he bought forty-five cars, and gifted them to random strangers, his name became a wildfire on Twitter, I*******m, and F******k, it was insane. "but who would want to attack a generous man's wife?, the public knows that my father remarried but they don't know the exact lady he married and that's because he chose not to display any event of the wedding on media. He placed a strict rule to haunt down anyone who would try such, guess he wanted a secret and peaceful life" I said

It sucks that both of my brothers are throwing their own version of hissy fits, but neither of them can deny that my marrying Elena is the quickest and cleanest option of putting the reins on her father. A Cartel Boss who is fucking up the natural order by flooding our streets with heroin. Neither Rourke nor Nico take issue with the fact that we all do what we have to, to keep our streets clean and the people happy. Just that I’m forcing them into a loveless marriage with a woman who can’t stand them. All for an alliance with a low level king pin who’s gaining more traction than we expected. We’re not married, never will be, but are partners in all things. What’s mine is theirs and what’s th

she suggested "Isabella, Mrs. Carter is ruthless and I don't want to get you involved. My wife is now in prison for a crime she didn't commit. A whole system was manipulated just to put her behind bars because she decided to breathe some of Mrs Carter's air. I don't know what she would do if you stepped on her toe. Going to her home like that would be stepping on her toe," he pointed out. "Let me handle this. My wife and I created this mess and I only will fix it," he said and Isabella looked at him worriedly