The Poisonous Wife Novels & Stories

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.

“You do. Beth was furious when she found out. You see, she tried for a daughter innumerable times but failed. It seems her husband doesn't have enough patience to try for a lifetime, especially after discovering that she was not the only woman in the world.” “You make it sound like he once thought she was.” She frowned. “That's how cheating partners make it seem. Like before cheating, they thought they and their husband or wife were the only ones in the world and it was only when they realized it was not the case that they started cheating.” “Yeah. It is a painful topic. “ One that was no longer sore to her but still unpleasant nonetheless. “So she confronted the woman in her home and when s

She was about to slap me but a hand blocked it. "I know she's stupid, but you can't touch her. Even your fingertips." Zach said coldly. while intently looking at his Mom. "Stop your craziness Mom! You just hate everything. I'm not happy with what you're up to. You have no right to treat Kimora like this. She's my wife and no one can hurt my wife without my permission!" Zach pulled me away so I could do nothing. I wanted to pull Athena’s hair but I knew I wasn’t in a position to do that. I was just a humble poor and married to a rich and handsome man. And also lived in a Mafia Family.

“In this business, women are treated nothing more than slaves, if I am being blunt, then I’d use the term sex slaves. You’re with them because they enjoy you, not because they are in love with you or something. You’re there for their pleasure and wife is just a term they gave you on a whim. When you’re useless, then toss you around. Even going to the extent of selling you to the next highest bidder. Just like your father did.” I felt hot bile rising in my throat. “You’re lying. Why would they do this? I am their….wife.” Alessandro chuckled. “They don’t necessarily think of you that way. They regard you as a pet. If you don’t believe me, try to sneak into Alexei’s office and you’ll find what

His wife sent him a puzzled look, "What am I doing in our bedroom? Rod, Are you sure you're ok?" "I am." He assured, keeping his hands secure on the drawer. "Can you move? I want to drop this." She then flagged a pink towel they had purchased for their coming child. Rodriguez froze. He hasn't bothered to cover up the pistol and he knew his wife's twisted obsession to make everything she saw wrong right. She would definitely find out. "Give me that." Rodriguez snatched the towel from her hands and folded it, "You know, you shouldn't be working, I don't want you to stress out my son."

A spasm of pure, unguarded hatred contorted her beautiful face. It was so vicious it was more telling than any confession. “You think I kneel for him?” she hissed, the venom in her whisper colder than any wolf’s snarl. “You think I share his bed for love? After everything he did? To me ? To us?” The truth unfolded like a black flower in my mind. She wasn’t his perfect wife. She was his perfect poison. Living in his house, smiling at his guests, all while plotting his ruin from the inside. The killings weren’t random—they were her war, waged from the shadows.

I pressed my forearm into her throat just enough to make her breathing uncomfortable. “Answer….,” I said. “Now.” Her eyes flashed. I saw Fear….then anger. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I leaned in. “My wife was poisoned.” “Your wife?!," she scoffed. Her lips parted slightly. “That’s not my problem.” I tightened my grip. “It becomes your problem when you threaten her life at my party…..and then her life ends up being at risk….How convenient!....Don't you think?” Her eyes widened just a fraction.

Her body began trembling violently. "What… What are you planning to do to my family?" she asked. Seeing her so agitated, Vivian's lips curved into a triumphant smile. She replied, "I've already slipped slow-acting poison into your parents' red wine. Those fools will probably die in three months. As for your husband, I heard he's terrified of water. So I'm planning to drown him at sea. "Oh, and I didn't spare his parents either. Who told them to be so fond of you? The people who killed them weren't some victim's relatives at all. They were the fugitives I hired."