Novel & Cerita Mr Criminal Wife

“W-Wait, dad. Are you telling me to just let that stupid man touch me whenever he wants to? Is that what you mean?” “Charlotte Greene is his wife, and in his eyes, there is nothing wrong about that. Just bear with it, Carmine. This is the only way we can save the company, after all. If Sylus Crivello finds out that you are not his missing wife, we are doomed. We will be thrown in the dungeons.”

Life is cruel, and in order to survive, I became cruelty itself. No attachments. No commitments. No family. Even my wife is just pretend. She gets to live the high life, and I get an impressive piece of arm candy. As the underground boss of Philly, it’s important to keep up appearances. Marla. She also helps me run my business behind the scenes. Manage my money and keep the legitimate books in order. As my wife, she can’t be compelled to testify against me. I trust her, about as much as I pay her, but she knows better than to ever betray me. Our arrangement has never been an issue.

She paused, then continued, "When I was in Marinova, I heard the wealthy ladies there talk about Mr. Miller's mysterious wife. He dotes on her and protects her so well that no one ever comes to know her identity. "Not just the general public, even many business partners have never seen her face. They say all her clothes and jewelry are personally delivered by top international brands, or she has private fittings at home with runway models brought in. There's no way she would appear in a place like this mall." As expected, the two police officers' expressions darkened with suspicion after hearing this. A top-tier, heavily protected billionaire's wife would never appear alone in a shopping mal

He tries looking down to see if my hand is going to move. "Are you telling me that my wife is a sex slave to the Kingpin's wife?" I make a disgusted face. "Yes, but you need to know...Mrs. Moretti is a lot sicker than her husband." I add pressure to the knife, "Tell me what you know!" "All right, all right! After he offered five hundred grand for Aria, both he and his wife came to give me instructions on how to prepare her." "What the fuck do you mean, prepare her?" A little more pressure, and he squeals like a pig before continuing.

Madison’s cousin Raven, the one who painted my wife’s portrait, is also here with her husband, Ian Moretti. My lovely wife is making her rounds as the consummate hostess that she is. As usual, she’s stunning in that cute little summer dress she’s wearing. Just looking at her, it’s hard to believe this quintessential beauty is the fierce leader of the Obsidian Knights and, by all rights, one of the most powerful people in this country. But above all else…she was my wife, best friend, lover, and keeper of my heart. And if the fates allow, the mother of my children. Margo goes scurrying by in hot pursuit of their toddler running with a cup of juice sloshing its contents everywhere. I look for C

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

Then, she walked towards the estate that surrounded the building. Hazel took a leisurely morning stroll, unafraid of the criminals who could attack her at any time, because the building and the vast forest surrounding it were the fiefdom of a mafia family. Not a single crime occurred here because of the great influence of the family name. It was also because there was a high fence surrounding each end of the forest. Hazel usually took a leisurely stroll from the kitchen exit to the entrance gate through these woods.

He added. I wiped my tears and looked at him back in confusion. In one day only, I have my dignity being molested twice but the only difference this time was that Zachary was my husband, if anything I have given him rights to treat me however he wanted on the cost of sparing Chris and Claire's life but this bastard? H-How could he? " I am sorry man, your wife came and stared getting cozy with me." He spoke again in guilty.

I remembered every detail of that night. A sudden acute myocarditis had struck me. The situation was critical, so the doctors scheduled an emergency heart surgery. As I signed the pre-op forms, my hand trembled so badly I could barely write. “Where’s my wife?” I asked. The nurse’s face was full of sympathy. “Mr. Drake, Mrs. Drake had urgent company matters. She’ll be back soon.” Even as the anesthesia began to take hold on the operating table, I thought—when she arrived, I would give her a piece of my mind.