Cartel Wifes Novels & Stories

Her eyes gleamed at Merry like the eyes of a she-wolf. "On the contrary, I have the right to be here when it comes to the Carters," said Ann grinning. "What do you mean, bitch?" asked Merry out of control. Ann raised her hand and showed the ring around her ring finger. "You can't marry him because I'm Ann Carter. I'm officially married to J. Carter. I am the legal wife of J. Carter. And, I won’t let him to have another wife." What????

I said and went into my pocket, I took out the pills and put them on the table. " Tell me about this pill..." He said. " Later... tell me about my wife... where can I find her?" I asked him. " Black it is not going to be easy, I can tell you that much..." He said. " Who took her and why?" I asked him. " It's the Arabian Cartel, they call themselves BIA, brothers in arms. " He said. " What do they want from me? " I asked him. " Okay firstly you need to know that she is no longer in the country, she was smuggled out of the country the night they took her." He said.

I sat at the table listening as the men and women talked business. Mum looked so bossy in her Gucci dark glasses and I didn't doubt for a second she married dad into the cartel. On the round mahogany table was James and his parents— who by the way were happier than ever as Mrs.Martins was responding to treatment stupendously, my parents— who had been ecstatic since they managed to convince us to take our place in the cartel, Dawn and Mr.Timothy.

He was reviewing footage when I entered. “Tell me you’ve found something.” Dante looked up. “Depends.” “I hate that answer.” “Yeah.” He handed me several files. I spent the next fifteen minutes reviewing everything. Property records. Historical documents. Archived photographs. Every trail led back to the same place. The Vale family. The more I looked, the less sense it made, an entire family didn’t simply disappear. Not one this powerful, not one this wealthy and not one this connected, the Vale family were also a cartel. Yet somehow they had.

Some of them were wives of high-profile politicians, others were married to powerful businessmen whose faces I'd seen on the news. Then came the cartel wives. There were six of them, and the moment my eyes landed on their group, a shiver ran down my spine. Unlike the others, who were chattering and jabbing at one another, these women were a silent, unnerving force. They hadn't spoken a single word since I sat down. They just sat there, nursing their drinks, an aura of quiet, unshakeable power radiating from them. They didn't need to assert their dominance with petty insults; their very presence was enough.

Needed to know it was real. "Sources say Carter will face charges of wire fraud, money laundering, and embezzlement of over twelve million dollars from his own company." The anchor sounded almost excited. Like this was entertainment. "His arrest comes just two days after explosive video evidence was revealed at a charity gala, showing Carter's affair with his wife's stepsister and discussing financial improprieties." Wife. Ex-wife. Almost ex-wife. The divorce wasn't final yet, but the papers were filed. I was in legal limbo, still tied to a man I'd stopped recognizing months ago.

I asked again. "My husband made this since they have a jewelry company. " I clapped my hands in so much amazed in myself. They all looked at me in a strange way. "Exactly! You're really the culprit! You were too obsessed to Mr. Carter and he made you his mistress for years. You two kept it secret to his wife, right? " I sighed. "Sorry for you, Mrs. Carter. " I saw the wife of the victim became pale. She didn't know, of course.

Carter stared at him, "They're closer than you think. Did you even do any background checks on her family?" Carlos rolled his eyes at the stupid question, "How do you think she was a target? Guy left the Cartel secretly, he got caught. They called me and boom, now she's my wife. Once you're in, there is no way out." The truth is he didn't have all the facts; Carlos isn't a bad man, just a man raised by a bad person.

Karter glowered, not expecting Tom to have discovered that. He took a deep breath before asking coldly, "What's your problem with the Sumner Group?" Tom simply replied, "Because I'm tired of always being in someone else's shadow." Karter remained silent, scowling. Tom smiled. "You wouldn't want your wife to keep controlling you, would you? Help me, and I can help you seize control." Although Karter was the CEO of the Basham Group, his wife held the shares. That was why he had gotten rid of his mistresses and begged her for forgiveness all these years after she found out about his affairs.

she said with worries. "I have considered it as well. Our mafia group is not any street gang, dear. We rule the underground world. No one would dare to take a powerful Mafia's wife away just like that, in case you got revealed. I will give Kennard my position so he will have more powerful authority." he relieved her. Madeline listen carefully to his every word but still, her fear for Kennard was stopping her from accepting his idea. He took a moment and again spoke gazing at her lost figure.