Mr Criminal Wife Novels & Stories

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.

she shouted again, her footsteps getting closer, but Maverick didn't reply. It was sick and twisted but I could not help the way I clenched around him. "You like that?" Mr. Wolfe whispered in my ear. "You like the idea of my wife being mere steps away." He thrusts deeper and I almost cry out but I remember his wife who's standing outside. "She could catch us you know? All she has to do is walk in right now and she'll see her husband buried balls deep in the nanny's soaking cunt. Ah, fuck!" He groans loudly when I clench around him again.

who existed only to clean up his messes. The internet was on fire. [Blood-sucking animal who built his fortune on corpses.] [Launch a full investigation now. Throw Jasper in prison.] [The original wife is tragic. She was a top graduate and an executive back then. Look what this scumbag gaslit her into.] [I feel bad for the wife. Lock the cheater and mistress together and stop them from ruining anyone else.] Kimberly clutched her slightly rounded stomach. Her face had gone pale as she looked at him.

He said through gritted teeth. ~ MR BIANCHI'S OFFICE ~ “Honey, are you sure?” Mrs Bianchi asked her husband who was standing, overlooking the city in front of his glass floor to ceiling window with his hands in his pocket. He turned to her. “I won't be telling you if I'm not sure. The boy dies today. After him, I'm going for Mara Wallace. I heard he got married to her.” Mrs Bianchi sniffed. “That secretary. I should have suspected when I went to visit Ava. I should have suspected with the way she was dressed.”

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?”

He strode towards me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in. “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”

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.