How To Murder Your Husband Novels & Stories

Luna Of Black Wolves Pack ( Lucianna) I waited my son to come back the whole night and when I didn't see him I started calling his line, but he wasn't picking, my heart was already beating so fast, as I began to look for him all over the mansion, The day I saw my husband dead with no life inside of him, I swore to myself that I'm going to do anything to find out who the killer is and when I do I'm definitely going to kill that person with my own hands, I already found out who it was and all I want to know is which method he used in killing my husband, cause I'm going to use exactly the same method in killing him, he should wait and see how I destroy him, I've already started it and I must fi

“In there.” ***** Minutes ticked by. Outside, Ian was pacing, his heart hammering against his ribs. “Miller, the wire’s dead! It just went silent. Something’s wrong!” “My concern is the victim, Ian,” Miller said, his eyes fixed on the building. “Zhedya Hunter can always take care of himself. Worry less about your murder husband.” The callous words snapped something inside Ian. Fear curdled into a hot, blinding fury. Before Miller could react, Ian grabbed a service pistol from a distracted agent’s holster and ran for the apartment door.

He raised his voice, his eyes gleaming with pure rage. “Me.” I whispered under my breath. His eyes scanned my face for a while as if he was searching for something. As if he wanted to believe me but couldn't. “You murdered her.” My dear husband accused me. “And I will make the world see the true colors of the monster you are.”

"You can't leave!" The middle-aged man who had been slumped on the ground suddenly lunged forward like a trapped animal and seized Bruce's leg in a death grip. "You're the husband of that murderer?! You're in this together! My wife was killed by your wife! A life for a life! I want her to pay with her life!" Tears and snot covered the man's face. His voice had gone hoarse from screaming. Bruce's body tensed. Hostility surged in his eyes.

I was shaking and I felt as if I would collapse right then. My fists stayed before me but I knew they wouldn’t protect me from him. He took slow menacing steps that left my tears pouring. “Stay away.” I tried to punch him as he ate the distance between us. He hit my hand, painfully slamming me on the wall. “Your husband would never believe you….” He ran a finger up my face. “Do you know what they do to suspected unfaithful wives in the mafia?” He pressed harder on me. “They kill them because the whores can not be trusted.” He breathed in my ear. “Don’t give your husband an option to take you out, you know he would kill you to free himself.” He licked my ear, and I convulsed in disgust, “And

Wanted to grab his razor from the sink and open the door and— My eyes fixed on the razor. Silver. Sharp. It would be so easy. One quick motion across his throat. Watch the light leave his eyes the way he'd watched it leave mine. Justice. Revenge. Murder. I stared at the razor, my mind fracturing between what I knew and what I'd dreamed and what I could prove. Because that was the question, wasn't it? Should I kill my husband for something that hadn't happened yet? For something that might have only been a nightmare?

I shouted. I was confused by everything coming out of his mouth. My voice rose without me meaning to. "Your wife was murdered on purpose. A woman took her ring, and the two of them struggled over it until that woman led your wife into the sea, where she drowned. Your wife begged her for help, but the woman didn't save her. Instead, she put the ring back on your wife's finger and left her there to drown." My whole body started shaking at the old man's words.

"Playing the victim for sympathy only works once. Don't think you can use your old injuries to throw tantrums or threaten your husband." He turned around, gently wrapping his arm around Gina and guiding Luca out of the dining room. He didn't look back as he issued his cruel order. "No one touches her." "Let her stand there. When she figures out how to be a submissive, qualified wife, she can come to me and apologize." "Until then, no one is to offer her medical aid. She needs to learn a lesson about her arrogance." The heavy doors of the dining room slammed shut. In that moment, I finally gave up.

Thank you for everything—I’ll take it from here. “Why are you he—?” Before he could finish his sentence, Kane stepped forward and landed a brutal right hook directly onto Adrian’s jaw. Adrian hit the marble floor hard. Kane didn’t stop—he rained heavy, merciless punches onto Adrian’s face and stomach. “Stop! Are you trying to kill my son?!” Eleanor screamed, rushing forward and grabbing Kane’s arm, completely forgetting that she was dealing with a ruthless criminal. “Get your hands off me, old woman,” Kane growled, shoving her onto the sofa. “Out of my way!”

Man learned a thing or two I guess. “I was hired by her fifth husband. Your sister is a notorious gold digger. Marries men, drains them dry, then moves on to the next. Only husband number five was much smarter. He made her sign a prenup, which left her with only one option, but she’s not very smart when she doesn’t have daddy’s help. Her husband found out about her past and that she was planning to kill him, so he decided to kill her first and he contacted me. I then put a bullet in her head. Unsuccessfully, it seems. He mysteriously died in a car accident a year later,” I tell him, wishing this conversation would end so I can rest.