Novel & Cerita Mr Criminal Wife

she opened her arms, I drew a bit closer and hugged her. “You know,” She disengaged from the hug, “I'm not trying to convince you or anything, but the truth is, in this World, all the Men project ruthlessness and power, but amidst them, I've seen Good men, and trust me, Vincenzo is one them, it may sound like I'm lying but I've worked in this family for years, and I won't lie to you,” Mrs Maria said.

it made him shiver. "You feel irritated and annoyed when she touches you but not the same when your wife does the same. It would be thrilling to watch how you handle the matter when you find out that your sweet little wife had a hand in your mother's death. Hehehehehe," Doctor Miles let out that same laugh that could drive Bruce crazily insane to the extent of throwing his phone onto any surface just to prevent himself from hearing Doctor Miles mocking laughter. "Yes! That's because she is my wife and I love only her with everything in me. And once again, Doctor Miles, I am telling you to stop referring to my wife as a murderer without any sort of proof to prove that she's the one behind it,

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.”

"She was desperate. Alone. She thought she was protecting me from something... or someone. I don’t know." What reasons, boss?" Dave snapped, his voice rising like a whip cracking through silence. "Like, what reasons would make a wife blackmail her own husband? Just what damn reasons?" His eyes were wide, disbelief painted across his face like betrayal had hit him personally. The fluorescent light above us flickered faintly, casting shadows that made everything feel more surreal. I clenched my fists. My chest burned. My throat was dry. Dave wasn’t finished. His voice turned cold. "She's a criminal. And she needs to go to jail."

Oh, this was going to be fun. I turned to Raphael, mischief curling at my lips. “Tell me, husband,” I mused, leaning forward. “How exactly should a Mafia wife address her loving spouse in public?” His eyes darkened yet again. Mira immediately hid her face behind a napkin. Madame Elara let out a long, suffering sigh. Raphael? He smirked. “Oh, little rabbit,” he murmured. “You’re about to find out.”

They shielded me, forming an unspoken wall of solidarity. I caught a flicker of frustration in Simon's eyes, a subtle crack in his performance. The corner of my mouth lifted in a faint, mocking smile. "Simon," I said, my tone sharp enough to cut through his tirade. "You're accusing me of abusing my position to harm my wife. Do you have proof?" His laugh was cold, mirthless. "Proof? Of course, I have proof!" With a flourish, he produced Clara's death certificate, just as he had in the past.

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.

Mr. Mcmaster talked to one of his trusted men and got the information of his wife's all action. He creased his forehead drumming his finger on the armrest of his wheel chair. She was now out of his control. She was abolishing all his loyal people one by one.

“Oh, shut the fuck up. If a mafia wife’s ‘role’ is gagging on silence while her man bangs half the city and buries the other half, then sign me up for single life...I’ll fuck who I want, when I want, and actually come screaming." Everyone was shocked at her outbursts but I knew she wasn't done with them " You bitches are just jealous. Ciara’s young, hot as hell, locking down a real boss like Jasper who crushes skulls for breakfast. What do your husbands crush? Their sad little dicks trying to last five minutes? Go inject more poison in your faces...maybe it’ll fix the bitterness from never getting properly railed.” The women flushed ugly red, mouths gaping like fish drowning in air. A few me

Without speaking, he approached the desk, placed the folder down on top of the scattered photographs, and gave a curt nod. “All the information you requested, Ms. Mila.” His tone was flat, professional. Mila leaned forward, her fingers already twitching to open the folder. “And? What did you find?” The investigator adjusted his glasses. “Everything is there. Marriage records. Private photos. Dates. Places. She isn’t just a fling, Ms. Mila. She’s his wife.” The word hit Mila like a physical blow. Wife. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her perfectly rehearsed composure fractured, and she laughed—a sharp, disbelieving sound that filled the room like broken glass.