Mr Criminal Wife Novels & Stories

"I'm so lucky to have you doll. Your my life you know? That's what la mia vita means And without you I wouldn't be able to survive. I know it sounds cliché and I'm being silly but I wouldnt be able to live without seeing your smile Your beautiful face every time I wake up Your messy buns Your red hair Your cute blush and your fiesty attitude. I want to wake up to your face every single morning of my life. I am so happy you're mine" He smiled down at me and I could see a pool of emotions in his eyes. Love he had just for me His doll. I cuddled closer to him taking in his scent as he wrapped his hands around my naked body Being the Mafia Don's wife has been the best thing to ever happen to me.

Alex smiled again, “Get my wife another card. Clearly she’s maxed the first one out.” Jillian Bedlam, Ramona Gianni and Emilia Cortez. The three wives of the prominent mafia bosses, with the exception of Cortez who wasn’t part of the union all sipped on their jasmine tea. Elegance, poise and grace clearly shown in these three women as they waited patiently for the latest addition to their clique. “She’s late.” Jillian commented bitterly with a scowl on her face, “Who does she think she is?” “Patience Jill.” Emilia chuckled softly as she bit into one of the crumpets on her saucer, “I’m pretty sure it’s traffic. You know these younglings and their incompetence when it comes to being punctual,

The woman I had discovered was married. She looked breathtaking tonight...stunning in a way only my eyes seemed to notice. My heart pounded uncontrollably. And then I saw him. The man beside her. Her arm hooked into his. Her radiant smile aimed at him. Probably Her husband. “Do you know them?” I asked Richard in a flat voice, though deep inside I craved the answer. For them to be here, they weren’t ordinary people. “Yes,” Richard replied calmly. “She’s my wife’s best friend, Marceline Valemont. And that’s her husband, Philip Stanmore, CEO of Stanmore Global.”

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”

I made it clear to them—I didn’t want to hear anything about him. Maybe he’s enjoying his life now… now that our child is gone. Are you happy now? While I’m here… suffering. You should’ve taken me with you instead… --- “Maybe she’s a mistress? Not even one member of the husband’s family showed up.” “Are you serious? Look at how grand this wake is. Maybe they’re just busy, or we just didn’t see them.” “Poor baby… so handsome too.” “They’ll probably lose support money now that the baby is gone.”

Merina Pov “SHOCKING!!!!: THE YOUNG MASTER AND PRESIDENT OF THE NART COOPERATION IS FOUND TO BE MARRIED!” I read the bold headings but if that was the reason I was shocked then you are wrong, the reason for my shock is the words written next to it in bold words. “WE FOUND OUT THAT THE MYSTERIOUS WIFE OF THE BILLIONAIRE IS MENTALLY DERANGED, NOT FOR ANYTHING BUT DRUGS!!”

“And the lady?” “She’s my wife. The mother of the child.” Heading the word ‘wife’ from him, the man’s eyes widened. This was Marcel Wilson, right? When on earth did he get married and how come no one knows about it? Did he get married secretly? He wrote down Marcel’s answer.

“She is Mr. Warrick’s wife. The agreement was signed yesterday.” “Bullshit.” Matt steps forward, anger overtaking grief. “That brat is NOT—” “Watch your mouth.” Adams’ voice turns to ice. Matt’s nostrils flare. “She’s a spoiled brat. I don’t accept her. None of us do. Warrick never introduced her.” “She’s a murderer. I’ll never follow her orders.” “She is Mrs. Harrington now,” Adams cuts in sharply. “And she holds every right given to the president’s wife under SOC law.”

She laughed, “Far from it, in fact. I want to reward you for keeping yourself intact, that's very rare in this line of business. But first, it's only fair if you know who I am.” Her cat hopped off her thighs to the desk, hissing at me. She merely smiled, and leaned further into her seat, “I’m Marina Romanovich, wife to the notorious and deadly Maruska, a very wealthy and powerful man…who I'm sure you've heard of.” “It's common knowledge that even the grass of his lawn is made of gold,” I said simply. She laughed heartily, waving her hand dismissively, “A funny exaggeration, but he isn't that ostentatious. Oh, I have a feeling we'll get along so well, Maeve. You're a smart girl.”

I smirk as I look at her. "Mrs Kiara M Thakre, wife of late Mukul Thakre. An orphan, but then, Mukul fell in love with you and married you, but so sad, he died two months ago," I chuckle as I give her an idea that I know everything about her.