Novel & Cerita Cartel Wifes

Portia had even teased that it wasn’t proper club attire. “I don’t recall signing a curfew agreement,” I said sarcastically. “Everyone else in this club is more revealing than I am.” “You’re my wife. You shouldn’t be at a club,” Cary said coldly. “Newsflash—we have an agreement. I’m your secret wife; no one knows me except your high-society friends,” I shot back. Cary tightened his grip on my wrist. I frowned at him. Suddenly I didn’t want to give in. I knew if I told him, “Okay, I was wrong,” he would let me go, and I’d get my payout faster.

Just days in, he came home saying he'd met someone—someone he wanted to be his mother. Xavier assumed it was a woman with ulterior motives, someone deliberately cozying up to his son. But after a little digging, he found out it was Carter's wife. She didn't appear much in public. A full-time housewife, rarely photographed. There weren't even pictures of her online. Everyone knew Carter had married in secret, but no one knew who his wife actually was. Lately, though, Carter's name had been all over the news—linked to another woman. The media buzzed with speculation that his secret wife might actually be Kelly.

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

And I also needed to block them from meeting Cassandra. As I was thinking about that, my phone vibrated. I saw a message from Alden about a cooperation deal with a foreign party. After replying, I was just about to put my phone back into my pocket when Miles looked at me. “Has Uncle been wanting to ask Mom something?” His question made one of my eyebrows rise. I tried to understand what he meant. I knew my son was smart, he had two intelligent parents. Ah… right now, I wanted to boast to everyone that Cassandra was my wife, the mother of my child, and proudly show off every achievement she had accomplished. And a second later, my little fantasy was interrupted by what Miles was holding.

She winked at him, “I’m sure I could put in a good word with the boss for you.” He laughed again, this time much more relieved. “It could be worse. At least I’m not having to figure out how three mates works.” “Oh, it’s not that easy,” Celeste shook her finger at him as she moved to the door. “Sally and Hunter are my Mates, not each other’s.” “Wait, What?” Celeste was already out the door with a chuckle. Let the gossip mill work with that for a while. ***

She approached it and opened it. The metallic device laid there most probably thrown carelessly by Rodriguez. She took it out and examined it. It would take her nothing to use it against Rodriguez. She immediately pushed away the dark thought. How could she even go that far? She made up her mind to call Nathan but backed down at the last minute. "Hello?" She heard Adriana say. She couldn't say it. She just couldn't do it. She was too weak to betray her husband. The golden band on her ring finger burned forcing her to remember the vows she made to Rodriguez on their wedding,

A tombstone that read Jasmine Edimo; A loving mother, the identity of his mother, so he knows I love him. Who I was now had absolutely nothing to entangle with him anymore. I held the newspaper in my hand with the name on the Headline: Chicca Marchesa takes over late husband's empire. His Chicca. No one truly cared about if I was really his wife, if he really was married; it was all just excitement; that for the first time, a woman was taking over the biggest cartel in the world. His mafia queen! "Mrs Marchesa, it's time to go." said my most faithful personal bodyguard, Dylan. FINE.

"Pack your things and get out of here this instant! Also, I'll be mailing the divorce agreement to you. So, don't even think about taking a single penny from my family." Looking at the woman I had once loved so deeply, I suddenly found her incredibly foreign and utterly ridiculous. Even with the truth laid bare, the only things she cared about were still her reputation and her interests; she hadn't offered so much as a single word of apology. "Emma, are you sure you want to kick me out?" I asked calmly, slowly tucking the pen away. "Heartwell Hospital used to be a subpar hospital on the brink of bankruptcy. I was the one who led the team and spent five years turning it into a top-tier instit

Michael pushes. “I’m married to Maxwell Sturgis, I am a rich woman. I don’t want to be on a poster or billboard, I want to be next to my husband,” I reply. Max grabs my hand, “Michael, please take your foot off mine and refrain from talking about my wife’s body.” Michael has a smug look, “Tell you what Max. I will sign your contract, plus I’m willing to give your company a little more liberty if you loan me your wife for just a night or two.”

“But this is only the beginning. Tomorrow the entire cartel leadership arrives. You will be the entertainment at the summit… and the breeding prize.” She leaned down and kissed me deeply, tasting the mix of everyone on my tongue. “Rest now. You’ll need your strength. The Vargas Cartel fucks much harder than the Morettis ever did.” I lay there panting, body aching and satisfied, completely owned once again. The cartel had claimed their new captive. And I was already craving more.