Novel & Cerita Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

"Mr. Lee, our meeting is in an hour. I'll have the relevant documents ready; Victor has entrusted this matter entirely to me." Mr. Lee smiled, clearly impressed. "You're really good, as Victor's wife. He always speaks highly of your abilities." Unable to bear it any longer, I interrupted, "I'm sorry, but I'm Victor's wife, not her." The man looked at me with disdain, sizing me up. "Is that so? Funny, he's never mentioned you. I've seen too many women like you, trying to cozy up to wealthy men." He then turned to Shane and remarked, "Women like her need to be dealt with quickly, or they'll surely multiply like weeds."

Not many people could stay calm in this situation! Mr. Aston quickly led his wife to the row behind Jackson. He then took a close look at the man sitting in front and realized… Indeed, it was Mr. Valor. He seemed to be accompanying the woman next to him. The woman next to Mr. Valor wore a loose-fitting dress. ‘She must be pregnant,’ Mr. Aston thought. 'Who is she? A relative? She can't be his wife! Mr. Valor is married? If that's the case, the news will be media headlines!'

She was a nobody. "This is the woman?" Hilda muttered to the empty room. Unlike this Audrey girl, she was sharp, wealthy, and bold. Lucius had rejected her, the CEO of Miller Group, for this absolute nobody. The insult burned hot in her chest. She did not buy it. Something was wrong. But if this Audrey really was his wife, Hilda would ensure she did not last long. ............. At the Hunt estate. Uncle Roland Hunt sat in his study. He stared at his tablet. The Hunt Group press release glared back at him.

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.

The dimly lit room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with tension. “I know you. Valerie! Wife of billionaire Chris Malvins who was sent to prison ten years ago. You were in prison too, yourself. I know. What I don’t know is what exactly brings a stunning, sexy beauty like you to my domain …?” he asked, his voice low and measured.

the man immediately snapped. What had been a perfectly fine team-building dinner suddenly grew tense because of this little incident. I paid them no mind. My appetite was fine, and I even ate two plates of chicken nuggets. I vaguely heard the self-righteous man whisper to someone nearby, "With a temper like hers, I wouldn't be surprised if her husband strayed." The volume was just right, as if he wanted me to hear it. My husband hadn't had an affair, though he seemed to have a weird fetish, and I thought I might have spotted a trace of it lately.

He asked. Ariana held Nicole's hand. “Since I realized that this lady standing here isn't actually your wife!” She snapped and Nicole gasped. Easton didn't flinch. “Did you think I wouldn't find out? You paid her to act as your wife. The marriage certificates you threw at us were fake. I can't believe you deceived us!” She spat, her voice dripping with resentment.

Serenity smirked up at Xander who could only laugh out loud at her gloating. "I love you, Mrs Moretti." He leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. "I love you too, Mr Mafia." THE END

His chest vibrated with laughter. “Please, I don’t need to hear such a ridiculous joke from America’s richest mafia.” “It’s probably true, though…” He chuckled and nuzzled his nose in her neck, inhaling her scent. “I don’t mind being a househusband as long as you’re my wife…”

I shuttered trying to threaten him but it all come out of my mouth like a low whisper. " And what if I'll tell you something interesting, Sweetheart?" He smirked. He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. After throwing his shirt aside, he came to the bed. I pressed my eyes shut and started wishing that Zachary will come and save me, my dignity. " Your husband has sold you to me for a night." He shrugged. I clenched the bedsheets and shook my head. "No, this is not true." " Oh come on sweetie, Zachary Wilson is a pig. If he can kill your family for power then why can't he sold you for money?" He ran his thumb down my cleavage.