Novel & Cerita The Poisonous Wife

Deacon and Elon got out, and he turned abruptly as he gripped Elon by his shirt collar. “Find that bastard that hurt wife, and killed my baby. That bastard that poisoned my wife because the Poison is fresh, meaning she got poisoned at the party. Elon, find the bastard that pushed my wife off the stairs,” He ordered, in a stern voice. Elon could sense anger in his voice, and for the first time saw a sad expression on his face. The words his wife said to him hit him hard as he wondered about his worthiness as a husband. Elon nodded immediately, and bowed. “I'll do the needful, and eliminate them,”

I scoffed. “And why exactly do you care? Get out of this room.” “I’m not leaving,” she snapped. “Jason deserves someone better.” I rubbed my temples tiredly. I was far too exhausted for this drama. “I’m his wife, Sydney,” I said firmly. “Not you.” Her eyes darkened immediately. “You poisoned him.” I stared at her in disbelief. “What?” “You heard me.” I laughed bitterly. “Why would I poison my own husband?” “Because everywhere you go, disaster follows.”

Which in the end, led to her condition falling more severe than how it was. He shuffled in the folder, seeing numerous papers inside. He took one and read it thoroughly. It was a test result of his late wife, whom died due to her heart being unable to handle the stress that she went through, thus, led to her death. Another, was showing how traces of poisonous toxins found in her blood, how it could only be taken through consumptions. It was Merry who made her meals, it was her who had access to what her sister takes. Thus… could it be… Merry murdered his wife on purpose… just so she could marry him…?

“She's pregnant.” I felt my head suddenly go blank, my whole body was drained of energy, I could only stand in place, looking at Sibyl lying on the bed. My wife, she's pregnant. But she was poisoned. She had just spat out a lot of blood, and there was nothing I could do about it. There is no worse husband in the world than me. “I can exchange blood with her, I can do anything, please, please keep her safe, I will take the poison from her blood,” I pleaded with Dalena.

Her steps became furious. "How dare you? You plan on marrying someone when I am still alive," My wife yelled holding my collar making me gulp in fear. I signalled that guy to run from here and he did as I told. I hope in this plan I won't get injured. "Just listen to..." I started but I was cut off in the middle by my wife. "You listen, when did you started having interest in men? Don't you dare lie in saying that you are having interest in guys and you're gay. How can you say like that when you're father of my baby? And you're not gay," she replied furiously making me grin.

he announced to them all. They gasped and murmured amongst themselves. Zane looked at them as they chattered in confusion. "I don't want to hear any sound. I want to hear only myself, so be shut," he ordered. They all kept quiet. Zane stopped walking and sat on the centre table there. He glanced at them all and said, "I know that the person responsible for poisoning my wife is in this mansion. So if you're the one, step out now." Zane waited, glancing from one face to another. All the maids and guards said nothing. Seeing that no one was ready to speak up, Zane scoffed.

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.

Elena replied, her voice carefully modulated to maintain the facade of the obedient wife. Beneath the silk, her skin was still hypersensitive, humming with the phantom weight of Killian’s hands and Jaxon’s mouth from the night before at the ridge. The psychological whiplash was staggering. Less than twenty-four hours ago, she had been crowned a sovereign in a mountain fortress. Now, she was standing in her own dining room, waiting for her three executioners to walk through the door as honored guests.

He came back out and called for a maid. "Where is my wife?" The maid shivered under his cold gaze. She lowered her head not able to utter a word. He had asked them to make sure all of the other rooms were locked and his wife had no access to any of them except his bedroom but who knew... who knew his wife was a crazy woman. She poisoned all of them and told them they'll all die in thirty minutes if they don't provide the keys and take the antidote. She sounded serious and the sudden sting they felt in their intestines made them realize she was hell, not joking. No one even knew how she spreaded the poison to them. They just started to feel really weak and a stinging pain inside their stomach

“Just please stop talking about that back yard please.” I stood up and started untying the bonds. Alright, since he was still useful, I would keep him until I was ready to kill him. “You said Daisy was poisoned, what kind of poison exactly and where is the cure?” He looked even more frightened when I asked that. Like head certain I would kill him if I knew. “Talk buddy. I ain’t got all day and you won’t if you don’t start spilling.” He gulped. “He… Fallan Kole, he…he gave Theodore’s wife’s the wolfsbane poison.”