Mr Criminal Wife Age Novels & Stories

He is a shameless old man. “We’re going to his wife’s birthday.” He let me know further. “How old will she be today?” “Twenty.” “So she was nineteen?” “Well, yeah.” “Mr. Colombo married her when she was eighteen?” My eyes widened when I remembered the news of his wedding date has been announced. It was two years ago. And till now, I was wrong about her age. I thought of her as one year older but the girl is twenty today. Fuck! “Yes.” “And what’s his age?” I asked carefully.

“What?” “My wife was twenty-five years old and I was thirty years old when we got married. She accepted me the moment we had tied the knot. She said, she always knew she would marry a mafia man though she hated our line of work and hence not interested in fighting me or our marriage. That she truly wanted to give our relationship a chance. And I always craved for a family, like a thirsty man craves for water in a dessert. I always wanted to go to a warm home and not to a cold house. Always wanted someone who would wait for me at home. So I accepted everything your badi-ma was ready to give me.” Viren uncle said and continued further.

She nodded, “Sure, go ahead.” “How old are you?” Roseanne asked. Mrs Taylor chuckled. “Take a guess.” “Umm, forty?” Roseanne answered. If it was confirmed that Mr Taylor married a young woman, she must be very young. Mrs Taylor laughed. “Girl, my husband is in his sixties. Do you think I will marry a paedophile?” Roseanne just said, “It doesn't make sense.” Mrs Taylor answered, “I am in my fifties. I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. We have been married for almost thirty years now.”

She remarks after pulling away. "Uumh. I am humbled, Mrs Riccaforte. You look fantastic and so young." I respond. Not at all flirting because, my, she is glowing like a teenager. His spotless face is without any single trace of wrinkles. "Ooh, thanks for the flirty, my child. You've made me feel like a sweet sixteen for once in many years." "You do look young, for real. And I love your dress too." I add. "After thirty-seven years of marriage, she still looks beautiful and flawless. I always tell her that she looks like a twenty-year-old, but she insists that she is old." Mr Riccaforte chips in, pulling his beautiful wife to his side, while I clutch to my father's hand.

"He's married. His wife's almost 40." Chris's words made Laura widen her eyes in shock. Jasmine was in her 20s. That meant she was a mistress. This shocked Laura. From Jasmine's actions and attitude, Laura thought that Jasmine and the man were married. She didn't expect things to turn out like this...

He is pretty handsome, that is why. Even at the age of 39, he has an amazing physique and his face is a lot younger than his age. Mrs. Fahn does not look like she was even married to him. She looks too old today. And she is still the possessive wife of Mr. Fransisco because she has told everybody to call her Mrs, but she loves her father too much so she does not let his surname go. She is damn twisted. Sometimes I even think she should be in a mental asylum, not teaching music here.

he said, raising an eyebrow like it would ring a bell. And it did. The name hit like ice. The CEO, Ruthless, Billionaire. The man I had challenged in an elevator. “I need a wife,” he continued, as if discussing the weather. “One year. A contract. No romance.” I was so shocked I almost laughed in his face, But I wouldn't dare, I had heard one too many stories about this man, how people who went against him didn't just loose jobs, they never recovered... He didn’t move.

It was part of my moving-on journey. As long as I never agreed to marry Mario and was married to him by force, I was unmarried, and my name was Gia Conti. "Yes, she's 2 months," I chuckled. "Oh my, she's still a baby. I thought she was a couple of years old like my daughter Carla. She's 8," she chuckled, too. "They can still be friends," I joked. "If Carla still struggles to make new friends, then of course. We just moved in too," she responded.

the room was dark thank goodness the curtain did a good job of blocking the sun ray. 'W...' someone shoved a cup of water at face, not looking at the person I accepted it and drank. 'Don't rush child.' Child? me? I am a grown woman well my features tell me that. Placing the cup down I was prepared to give this woman a lecture, however all words died on my tongue when I looked at the elderly woman. She could me seventy or more, old age actually made her beautiful. Grey locks on her heart face, dare I say wrinkles look good on her.

“Welcome, Mrs. Hills.” “Pleasure to finally meet you.” “I’ve heard good things.” They all welcomed me. I nodded. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to working with you all.” But then… a voice rang out. “Is she your wife?” I turned to the woman. Early fifties, elegant in an old-money kind of way. Expensive pearls, with judgment in her eyes. Xavier went still. The entire room seemed to hold its breath. Seconds passed. Long, uncomfortable seconds. And then finally, he said, “Yes.”