Novel & Cerita Mr Criminal Wife

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

I replied smirking at them. "Aaron Malhotra open your fucking mouth right now before I punch you so hard," I nudged glaring at him which made him come out of his dream land. "Everyone meet my mysterious wife, who is mysterious to world. Mrs. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. The love of my life," he replied grinning. Monkey monster. Jerk. Idiot. Moron. "For how long you both married? How long is your baby?" The same reporter asked who smirked at me.

threatened Diego. Vellina just scoffed for a while before finally she ended that phone call without the other side’s approval. She threw that phone to her car’s backseat because she wanted to ignore the incoming phone call, which she knew would be heard a little while later. Vellina was well aware of her husband’s characteristic. He wouldn’t want to lose an argument. Since the beginning, their marriage wasn’t something she wanted. Diego was one of many subordinates of her father, the leader of a mafia clan in Naples.

Christopher medal that once hung from his neck was gone—only a faint mark remained, proof that he'd once been someone's most precious treasure. I didn't know how long I had knelt there, or how long I had cried. My chest had gone numb with pain, and my tears had all run dry. Just when I thought everything was over, Eira came downstairs. The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, silent. “I did some digging,” he continued. “Not just on Sierra’s assassination attempt—but on you.” He nodded toward the desk. “Your past life. Elena Moretti. Daughter of Matteo Moretti. Wife of Dante Russo. Allegedly jumped to her death from a balcony two years ago during a private party.” My blood ran cold. He reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek black tablet. He tapped the screen, and within seconds, images filled it—Dante and Viviana.

“Legal wife, Mrs. Winston? You have to be kidding me, Mr. Winston. That woman next to you is my legal wife. She's married to me.” Camila extended her hand towards Miles. “Evidence, provide evidence that shows I am married to you?” Miles gritted his teeth. “Don't push your luck, Camila. You're my wife, this high society you're enjoying right now was an opportunity I gave you.” Camila pulled her hand out of Aston's hand slowly and stood up. She dusted her blouse once and began walking towards Miles. “Are you trying to tell me you brought me to high society and made me a high socialite?” She asked, stopping a few steps behind Miles.

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

“Don’t you ever speak to my wife in that tone ever again, do you understand? She may have been your sister a while ago, but there isn’t ‘De Luca’ attached to her name anymore. It’s Mrs. Mia Mysterio now. Get used to it or get lost” He turned to Clara and pointed in her face. “You’re not left out either. Stay the hell away from my wife and anything concerning her. If there’s something about her that I need to know about, I’ll wait until she’s ready to tell me. And if she won’t, then I don’t think it’s worth knowing!” My heart melted instantly. I didn’t know how to act because this was clearly not part of the script at all. Jonathan never looked at me twice let alone spoke to me more than nece

Malina introduced me to all her acquaintances; mafia wives, high class socialites, assistants to the mafia; everyone. These women looked at me as if I was their idol, asking me all about my life, but in a very respectful manner. There was nothing colorful to tell, of course. I was invited to several luncheons and high teas which really flattered me. I guess I really was a big deal now. Suddenly everyone thought Vito was the perfect husband because of the necklace. I was shocked, still grateful, but that didn't make our marriage any better.

She wasn’t going to leave this room until I had answers. I studied her closely. For two years, I’d given her a black card—a limitless resource she never used. Not once had there been a charge, a withdrawal, nothing. She was a stay-at-home wife, with no visible income of her own. And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash?