Mr Criminal Wife Novels & Stories

“But why don’t I, your wife, get that same treatment?” The room exploded into frantic whispers. Necks craned and eyes darted between the three of them. Elena soaked it in, chin held high. “Since we’re doing introductions: I am Elena Jeffery, Anthony’s wife. And that woman over there? She's just the mistress.” Standing off to the side, Becky didn't hide her triumph; a slow, dark smile spread across her lips.

"Who's really famiglia here? An outsider gets treated better than your banker, your shield, the one who actually owns the safe house you’re flying into?" My voice dropped to a cutting whisper that silenced the room. "One would think Chiara was your Don’s wife." The penthouse elevator chimed then. Gina rushed to greet Chiara, who swept in wearing a couture dress that cost more than Dante’s last weapons shipment. "Chiara! God, I’ve missed you! Come in!" Gina took Chiara’s oversized Fendi luggage. "If only you hadn’t left for Milan after the engagement fell through—you’d be my sister for real!"

Big fingers tighten on my hips and that’s the only warning I get before he impales me once more, filling me more than I think I can manage. “You just can’t help it, can you?” His wife sounds almost breathless, her nipples growing hard and prominent, almost visible through the soft material of her gown. “You’re an animal.” She can try to hide it all she wants but her body has betrayed her. She’s turned on from watching her husband fuck another woman. This is turning her on. “Ah, I can almost smell your arousal from here,” Mr Walter gloats. “You love seeing me fuck another woman so much? All you have to do is say so and I’ll give you a fucking show, sweetheart.”

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

She's beautiful. "Are you talking to me?" I ask her. "Yeah, I see the way you've been looking at her. I know that look. Do you like her?" I laugh and rub my neck nervously, a little embarrassed. "Well... Funny thing is she's my wife." "Oh." She says a bit surprised. "Your wife?" "Yeah. I think she's trying to make me jealous on purpose, I don't know, I just don't understand." "Oh, it's that kind of night. I totally understand. You see that man over there?" She says, pointing up to a man sitting in the VIP section, surrounded by three girls. I look up and see the man. He looks expensive.

Their heads leaned in close and they exchange a kiss with each other. The guy was none other than Michale Wayne! Erica's husband! I had seen him quite a number of times during Erica's interviews on TV! The first thing I immediately did was scan his ring finger. And to my utter shock, he wore the same exact ring. I swallowed the saliva gathered at the back of my throat while tears kept flowing down my cheeks. They also dragged my mascara along with them. "Shocking isn't it? My husband single handedly murdered your entire family and fled your apartment's useless security so easily." she exclaimed as she laughed like a monster and with evil eyes.

"After the wedding. The Czar and Czarina will consummate their marriage. Have you seen how big the Czar is? And how small does Czarina Rocio compare to him? Czar Alas looked like he was a beast in bed. He'll surely ruin the Czarina and she wouldn't be able to walk!" Edwina bit her lower lip. Her cheeks flushed. "You already have an experience, Edwina?" The thought came as a shocker to Mildred. "I've been a no-boyfriend since birth, but I used to work in a strip club. I used to be the customer's top pick because I was good in bed." "Really?" I blurted out. Mildred and Edwina were horrified to see me coming closer to them. "Czarina Rocio? How long have you been there?" Edwina was the first to

I had her ex-family invited to the wedding, only for that bastard Milo to try hitting her. My fingers clenched into fists at the memory. If not for the laid-down rules of the Mafia Consortium, I’d have spilled his blood. Another post popped up that someone had tagged me in on TikTok. The media was clearly obsessed with my wife. I had been too at a certain point. She intrigued me in a way no female ever has. It felt like she gave all she had, but there was still a piece of her she held back and hid from the world, and it drove me crazy trying to find out what it could be.

This one gave the vibe of both old and modern from the mixed architecture. Mr De Marco stepped out of his car and then ran to the passenger's seat. That's when I realised he was with someone. A fair hand accepted his hand and she stepped out. Radiant chestnut hair and a smile that lit up her hazel eyes. Karis De Marco, his wife and one of the biggest business icons. They once made headlines because Karis was her husband's former rival. I wasn't into rich people gossip but I heard a bit about them from my mother. She was beautiful just like rumours.

The girl he knew as a hater of violence turned herself into a Mafia queen itself. In the past one year he heard a lot about Myra and her involvement with the underworld, but today only he saw the truth through his naked eyes. His wedded wife was standing across the large table. But the distance felt like miles for them. None of them could cross the distance to reach each other’s embrace.