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Hunter wraps his hand around her shoulder and lead her to one of the guestroom passing an apologetic glance at me. I release the air which I don't know I have been holding for a long moment. This woman gives me more chills than her son, Nathaniel. I don't know what are the criteria for a mafia wife in her opinion nor I'm interested in their business. I really believe in earning by honest hard work than robbing others. Hunter must give me some explanation after the dinner. I can't put my future on jeopardy before learning the pros and cons as there's no backing out once I walk down the aisle.

One of the officials argued. "Not well enough." I snapped dismissively. If he had done his fucking job well, his team would have found Allison long before now. I looked back at the map- the red dots looking like blood splatter now, reminding me of her bloodied feet, the dead bodies and the masked men. "My wife has been gone seventy two hours." My grip on the marker hardened until it broke. "Every hour we waste is every hour is every hour she loses and every hour that he gains."

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

"He doesn't have much time left, Miss Emily. His greatest wish is to meet his granddaughter before it's too late." He looked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce before meeting my eyes again. "The private jet is ready. If you're willing to come with me, we need to leave tonight.” I looked at the car, then back at the house I had just left a part of me wanted to walk away from all of this. Today had already been too much. My marriage was over, I had nowhere to go, and now a stranger was telling me I belonged to one of the richest families in the country. It felt impossible.

"My sister-in-law runs a billion-dollar empire. A tramp like you could never." She released her grip, her gaze sliding downward, her fingers following. "You love seducing people so much? Then I'll let everyone watching get a good, long look!" She ripped open my dress. Bare skin was instantly exposed, and the livestream erupted. *Yes! Now that's how a wife deals with a mistress!* *Get her! Homewreckers deserve exactly this!* *If you ask me, this is still too lenient. Back in the old days, they'd have drowned her for this.*

"You probably don't know of Mrs. Hunt's methods. A few years ago, a friend of mine knew a young girl who was sent to work at her estate. The girl didn't even last six months before she was dead," Phoebe said with a face full of worry. Summer frowned slightly. "Dead?" "Yes. The Hunt family has always been terrifying, but people seem to have forgotten about them in the past few years because of Mason's notorious reputation. Mrs. Hunt's husband is a pervert who regularly harasses the women who work at their home," Phoebe started.

He can no longer see her. After showering and changing his clothes, Dave catches up with the others. People were already gathered in the front yard. As usual, when he visited, they would have a grilling party. This time with a special menu of Sam's Hunt. Two of the pack members, Marcus and Jess, were skinning a young deer in the side yard. Gwenna was making drinks, and other women were making seasoning and setting up utensils. Dave cast his eyes around. "Where's my wife?" He asked, stepping down the short wooden stairs.

"And you were never married?" He heaved a slow sigh and looked out across the field. "No, I was. My wife was killed in a car accident about five years ago." Her hand flew to her throat. "Oh my God, Hunter!" Poppy felt shocked and instantly regretted pursuing the subject. Hands in his pockets, he lifted a shoulder and scowled. "It was out on the highway between here and town. She lost control on one of those hairpin curves."

My Elder Sister, Davi got married Three years ago to Sir Thomas a Hunter who had Three wives, well she is a little lucky as she only has three women before her, she'll be the fourth Wife and might be able to blend in soon enough unlike me who is to get married to a 50-year-old man with Five wife and Twenty Children. I am pretty sure that I won't survive a week no matter how Strong I claim to be as those five wives are vicious, The was once a rumor that claimed that the five wives all belonged to the same Secret Club so they were friends with one another so they don't want another woman to come into their midst and that other woman who had tried to lose their lives in the process. ' How would

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.