Mr Criminal Wife Novels & Stories

Lavender: “A Mafia’s wife,” she added and they grew more excited. At first, I thought that once they put me on camera, I would tell them I was Mafia King Nikon's wife. But when Kenzie introduced me as a rich man’s wife and everyone grew even more excited, I realized it was a terrible idea. These people hid behind masks, but their hatred for the rich people was clear. To them, stealing and hurting a boss’s wife was a twisted kink.

Jasmine noticed that Kiara’s attention was drifting. She took the opportunity, grabbed Kiara’s leg, and made her fall. Jasmine hadn’t received any combat training, but she knew how to act smartly. As Kiara fell, Jasmine grabbed the pistol from her hand. “You… you can’t kill me!” Kiara warned her in fear. Jasmine rebuked her, “When you can think of ending my world, then I can take your life too. I am now the wife of Mafia King Eric Varghese.”

Now mind you he is my fake husband but ill be damned if she will disrespect me in my own fake home. “Welcome Mr. Merrick and your new wife. I am Sasha. Your other personal assistant here at One fifty-seven.” She doesn’t even look at me when she calls me the wife. She has jet black hair down her back in a sleek ponytail. Red lips and green eyes. Her body is amazing and actually looks natural. She looks like the type he would go for. Hell, she looks like what I dressed up as for the sex club. My master sure liked it. Why wouldn’t this manwhore next to me. I take my glass and lean into Rowan.

Chris snapped angrily. "He is my husband." Kanaya reiterated her words. Linda tried to remember the man who claimed to be Kanaya's husband at the restaurant. The man was handsome and looked rich, but was he really Lucas Arkano Dinov? Linda immediately searched for Lucas on social media. "You're lying! Lucas is engaged to a famous model and I*******m celebrity named Miranda. You're nothing compared to Miranda," Linda explained harshly. The reunion turned into a heated debate. "Enough! Kanaya, if what you say is true, do you have any proof that Chris often visits brothels?" asked Salina, her face swollen from crying.

"Think nothing of it. You've prepared such a big gift for us. This is only natural." The two elderly men politely bowed to each other and took their seats. Mrs. Wallace Sr. was arranged by Daniel to sit beside Mr. Riddle Sr. Mr. Johnston Sr. gave Mrs. Wallace Sr. a glance. "Is this... your missus?" After some hesitation, this was the guess Mr. Johnston Sr. made. However, Mr. Riddle Sr.'s wife had passed away a long time ago. When did he take a new wife? Mrs. Wallace Sr. suddenly found herself in an awkward spot. She had never encountered such a situation before and did not know what to say.

“I know you’re here for me, not them. Please, let them go.” His wife was beautiful, so any other man would rape her right in front of him and shoot his kids. Luckily for him, that wasn’t me. “Come with me.” He stayed with his family as if he didn’t know what else to do. “Make this easy, and I’ll spare them.” Miles dropped his arms and slowly stepped away. “No!” His wife tried to grab his arm. “Please don’t kill my husband…please.” Miles didn’t look at her, as if one final look would be too much.

The bartender eyed me as if I was diseased, but he brought the glass anyway. The liquid burned down my throat like liquid fire, but the pain was good. It drowned out the echo of Derrick’s voice in the hall when he shouted for them to drag me out. It numbed me and made me relax. But the sudden mumblings around me makes my chest swell. “She’s the one, isn’t she? The ex-con who barged into the wedding?” Someone whispered. “Yeah, that’s her. Derrick Williams’ first mistake. Can you believe she still calls herself his wife?” someone else replied.

How on earth did Maria get involved with such a thug? “We don't have to fight,” I said, my bravado not matching the turmoil within. “She is Maria de la Fonte. My wife. Her family is prominent here, and she's been missing for six years.” He chuckled. “Julian, really? Maria de la Fonte? Your wife died in a car crash.” He pointed at her. “That woman over there is Catrina Lombardi. And she belongs to me.” He puffed a cigarette and threw it away.

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.

"Then why don't you go die?" "Because I still have to find someone." "Find who?" "My wife." Marco froze. Everyone froze. "Wife?" Marco pointed toward the operating room. "Your wife is in there!" "No." I shook my head. "That's not my wife." "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'm talking about my real wife," I said, standing up. "Thea Monroe." Marco's face turned purple with rage. "You say this to my face?" "I'm just stating a fact."