Mr Criminal Wife Novels & Stories

“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.

What the hell was that? "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Y-You, you listen to me carefully! Prick up your ears to listen carefully! I, Marcus Shaw, am not single! I'm not single, do you hear me? I have a wife! I have a wife! Do you see this?" Marcus was all worked up as he pointed at the wedding venue. "This is my wife's cousin's wedding! I have a wife. My wife is Yvonne Yates. She is just missing! I'm a man with a wife. Don't have any ideas about me anymore!" Marcus was already disgusted by Mila beyond measure.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

On seeing the look,the lady has a premonition that something bad was about to happen soon and truly the next statement he uttered drained all the blood in her face. "Mrs. Wilson, the lady you were persecuting is not the one who has a secret affair with your husband. She is a victim. Ask your husband if I'm lying or not." Miles said with a meaningful smile dancing on his lips. Mrs. Wilson turned to her husband and he felt scared. "Is that the truth?. Did you make me hit an innocent girl so you could continue with your real whore?" She asked,her patience already running thin. "Yes." Mr. Wilson admitted.

If the wall hadn’t been behind him, he might have collapsed completely. “No! It’s not over!” Pierce roared, eyes wild with obsession. “You are my wife, Serena Hale, the most esteemed lady of the whole mafia, the entire Kingsburg, for this life and no other! I will never let you go!” “Wife?” I nearly laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that turned into a violent cough, ripping through my chest. “My wife? The one you personally ordered to be beaten in prison until she lost our child? Pierce, don’t you find the irony unbearable?”