Mr Criminal Wife Age Novels & Stories

He was betrothed to some Adora Mikel. "Who is Adora Mikel, Simon?!" My temper was slightly rising. Whoever this bitch was, she was going to ruin my fucking plans and I can't let her do that. I need Marco position as don and if I need something and someone stands in my way, I kill them. That's my way of scaring them off my property permanently. "Adora Mikel is 22 years of age and she is from the 7th highest Mafia family. I see her around Marco every ball or Mafia family event and it is announced that she or Mrs. Luciano’s daughter might marry him" he breathed out.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

I went towards Brent who was still standing at the door of the room. He held my hand and both of us went inside. We were almost caught by Alexa. I was still anxious about Ben and Alexa knowing each other. We went inside the room. His mother was lying on her bed. Her oxygen mask was now removed. She was looking at us from her bed. We both went close to her and I greeted her. She tried to raise her hand towards me but couldn't due to weakness. I bent downwards to get closer to her and held her hand. She smiled at me and asked me my name. "Hello! Aunty, my name is Natasha". I told her my name. She smiled again and told me not to call her aunty anymore. Instead I should call her mom just like Br

~~~~~~ "Her priority was her career but the day she married him, he became her one and only priority" Dia Agarwal a 23 year's old girl who had a rich dad named Aditya Agarwal but except of having a golden spoon from him when born; she never tried to take anything from him instead was busy building her own name and residues of her sucess story for others to follow.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

"It's such a pity that he still married you even though you're so weak that you failed their qualification tests three years in a row. That was really a surprise." My throat was so dry that it was almost impossible for me to say a word. Stella smiled and continued criticizing, "Though it was fortunate that he couldn't announce your marriage publicly because the Hoods cannot accept such a weak and incapable woman into their family. All they could do was wait till you were 'qualified' before they made their announcement. "However, you—the mafia boss's secret wife—are about to die. You won't live to see the day when you are acknowledged publicly.

Michael pushes. “I’m married to Maxwell Sturgis, I am a rich woman. I don’t want to be on a poster or billboard, I want to be next to my husband,” I reply. Max grabs my hand, “Michael, please take your foot off mine and refrain from talking about my wife’s body.” Michael has a smug look, “Tell you what Max. I will sign your contract, plus I’m willing to give your company a little more liberty if you loan me your wife for just a night or two.”

"What are you talking about?" "What if I told you there was a MILF--that is a mature woman with big boobs--that offers her services? Anonymously, of course. Through a gloryhole. You never see her. She never sees you, but she'll take care of your aching needs." "Really?" I stared at Mr. Miller. "You mean... you go there?" "No, no." He smiled. "I have a wife. And she sucks my cock whenever I want, but for lonely guys like you... Well, it's perfect. Just know that she's a married MILF that doesn't get it from her hubby, so she's wet and horny."

I asked myself. "I would like to get clothes for my wife," Miles uttered as he held my hand and smiled at me weirdly. I looked at the woman, and the expression on her face wasn't welcoming at all, and at that moment, I knew something was wrong. It couldn't be that she had a crush on Miles, right? She looked older than him for goodness sake. "Age is just a number. Anyone can have a crush on anyone regardless of age," My subconscious mind reminded me, and I briefly sighed.

Jason finished. “Hmm, he can fucking try. I’ll get back to you tomorrow, Jason. I’m going to be fucking wed in a week’s time and it won’t be to that damn family.” Anger simmered in my chest and I ended the call before dropping on my couch. It still stank of that woman’s perfume. I need a wife and I need her as soon as possible. The threats were already building up and I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t expecting it.