Novel & Cerita Mr Criminal Wife

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?”

His tears flowed very fast. Of course, Mrs. Jane and Rosalie felt that too. They then hugged Edward and cried to each other because they had lost Mr. Dave. Alexa also cried seeing the sadness of her master's family. Likewise, Tiffany was shocked because her father-in-law had died. “According to the police who have investigated this accident case. Mr. Vladimir crashes Mr. Dave's car. The police know that according to the CCTV footage around the street where the incident took place,” said Alexa. Suddenly, Edward looked hatefully at Tiffany and Mrs. Amanda, then stood before them.

My Wife? It is done and dusted. I am now Sunshine Rose Ricci, the wife of Renzo Ricci. I hate my life.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

Chris wanted to roll his eyes but refused to do so. "Maeve Miller, CEO of MBC Bank and Finance and STB Corporation." Chris answered. "Heard that?" She asked mockingly. The old woman was about to attack her but Falcon who just entered the room, interfered between them and shielded Maeve from the old woman. "Oh! Chris forgot to mention something else about me!" She said making everyone's attention drawn back to her. "I am the wife of the man your family tried to assassinate," she said with a deadly glare towards the old woman.

Chris: Pardon me if you mind, but I am kinda in a hurry Mrs Rutherford. I said as soon as she set the glass on the table. Mrs Rutherford: I know why you are in a hurry, Mr Hunt. I am here to help you. I am a senior investigation officer of Scotland Yard. Agent Wolf had sent me here. She replied with a small smile on her face. I nodded my head. Chris: How do you know, Mr Wolf? If I may ask? I asked her and she nodded her head. Mrs Rutherford: I guess, a week before your wedding, I went to New York City to find my husband. It was agent Wolf who helped me find my husband. If it wasn't for him, he would have died long ago.

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.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry for breaking the union you chose for me. But he never loved me. He never protected me the way you promised he would. The man you called my husband became my monster. He became my living nightmare.” The words Rach had spat at her echoed in the silence of the yard, fueling her resolve: The Unwanted Wife. The Unloved Wife. The Forgotten Wife. The next morning, the sun rose on a different Selin. She was in the kitchen, mechanically preparing breakfast for her husband and his mistress, when a knock sounded at the door. “Are you Mrs. Selin Miller?” the courier asked, holding a professional-grade envelope.

Every head turned as we entered. I felt their eyes like physical touches—assessing, curious, hostile. The mystery wife. The nobody. The gold-digger. Adrian navigated the room with the ease of a king, exchanging terse greetings, introducing me with a curt, “My wife, Elera.” I smiled until my cheeks ached, my hand clenched around the stem of a champagne flute I had no intention of drinking. Then, I felt the atmosphere shift. A ripple moved through the crowd near the entrance, a subtle parting of the sea. The murmurs changed, became sharper, more interested.

But the receptionist told him that he came here with his husband. Brent got shocked what she was saying. I told him that I’m her husband but she didn’t believe me. I told her that can you kindly tell me in which room she was admitted. I reached the room and nurse didn’t allowed me to enter the room. He told her that she is my wife I have to meet her. Hospital management had a huge misconception that Harris was mine husband. Brent get angry as he didn’t know what to do. Somehow he managed to enter the room and saw Harris there. I know that he will jealous from him and as there is nothing to get jealous from him, But because of the misunderstanding between us.