Mr Criminal Wife Age Novels & Stories

She laughed, I could feel her husband staring down at her like she was the sun itself and no other stars could exist where she shined. “I've been looking forward to meeting you." She said happily. I stared on in worry. I've never seen any soul born and raised in the Mafia world look so happy and pure. It was unnerving. Almost like Rino could feel it, he pulled me closer into him. I watched as her husband's hooded gaze followed Rino's movement and then he whispered something into his wife's ears and she blinked before nodding softly. She looked like she was holding back from pulling me into another hug.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Now they really felt no reluctance to interact with Stellina who they regarded as Vellina. One afternoon, there was a bit of a commotion in the servants' room. "Look at this, I got a gift from Madame Vellina," said Martha, the butler who had worked at the Pavnozzi mansion for decades. So far, if there was a problem, Martha was the first to take responsibility for everything. Velina did not hesitate to punish or cut Martha's salary. "Wow, you've got a really nice necklace, Martha," said Leoni, a waitress whose tenure didn't differ much from Martha's.

The price for the protection offered by the powerful family was higher than I had initially imagined. I closed my eyes, resigned. It was a marriage devoid of love, and I hoped to unite with the older brother of Paul Mitchell, a disgusting man on the verge of sixty; I would be his second wife, as the first one died under inexplicable circumstances that no one can explain. However, to my surprise, my heart raced when Paul Mitchell's youngest son entered my living room. I could feel my legs weaken in his presence, his defined muscles, blond hair, and light brown eyes. A cross tattoo adorned his neck, and his smile was charming.

(QUEEN-WAY VILLA) “You killed Grandma! You hungry looking buffalo! ” A slap followed on Camille’s cheeks, it left hand-prints on her cheeks. That was Shania Rodrigo, Camille’s mother-in-law. Tears streamed down from Camille’s eyes, her heart was racing. How did things happened so fast? She wasn’t crying because of the slap but cried at the sight of the woman placed in the coffin. Rina Rodrigo who was the only person one that loved her in the family… now, she’s gone.

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

Chris, this is Camille, and she’s 21 years old and you cannot touch her. I nearly groaned at the prospect of pushing it back into her throat. What was she thinking? Nobody and I mean nobody, has ever sucked me like that. My little wife took me fully in and made me groan out loud like I was just a small boy. No one has ever swallowed me whole. But my wife, on the other hand, gobbled my brains, and that happened in a meeting while my staff members were around. Fuck, it was nice. Camille is the wife you vowed not to touch. I remind myself that she is 21 years old. I’m not sure how many times I’ll have to repeat it in my head until it sinks in that she’s just a child.

Laura again started asking him, hiding her curiosity about it. “Huh…” Mr. Xavier took a deep breath and then revealed, “I was only 15 years old when Old Madam has joined the Aldrich family. She looked so beautiful as a bride and the smile on the Old Master’s face didn’t leave his face at once. He was too happy, I have never seen him that happy in his whole life neither when Young Master was born, he loves his wife a lot…. More than anything… More than his children…” Xavier sighed bitterly while saying the last sentence.

Valentina "You look beautiful." The red-haired woman in front of me gushed. "Ravishing, really." Luciana Blythe, a woman known more for her connections than her charm, smiled at me as though I was the most important person in the hall. The thirty years old seductress was the latest wife to the sixty years old Chris Blythe, a man infamous in certain circles. He never attended these kinds of events himself. Rather, he sent whoever was newly married to him to handle whatever unpleasantness waited for him.