Who Killed My Husband Novels & Stories

“I prayed to her on a warm, sunny afternoon, not on the night of a full moon, for a miracle. A miracle that would rescue me that night, and she sent you, my mate. Isn't it a coincidence?” “What do you mean?” he asked with a confused grimace laced to his brows. His pupils dilated as he tried to understand what I was talking about. “My cruel husband who doesn't want me, killed your wife, and then you killed him and now we’re supposed to be mates? It all doesn't make sense, does it?" I scoffed, raising my eyes to him and then allowing it to rest on my toes. I fiddled with my hands with insecurity, not sure of what he could do to me.

I stared at him, my body tense. "You killed someone," I said flatly. His smirk widened. "More than one, actually." I forced my breathing to stay even. "Who?" He hummed, stretching his arms above his head before finally sitting up. His dark hair was a mess, and there was something almost lazy in the way he moved. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. "Holloway and his wife," he said casually. I felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs.

No, no, no "This couldn’t be coincidence anymore, Victor Kane paid someone.He planned it. Her fingers tightened around the phone. Then slowly Very slowly She lifted her eyes toward Adrian. “He paid someone to kill my father,” she whispered. And for one terrifying second Adrian silently looked away.

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

I told him. " My son was killed by a hunter a few months ago. They disagreed, and he got killed for it. I killed my wife the night the hunters killed Malachi because she attacked us." He said, weeping seriously. I had heard enough. We carried him back to the pack with us.

How dare you claim this car is yours, you penniless loser? Since I needed to take back the drug, I had no choice but to rush over to Melissa's wedding venue. There, I saw that the man embracing her in the poster was none other than Samuel Fuller, the husband I had been married to for the past three years. At first, I thought something was wrong with my eyesight. Why else would I be seeing my husband on a wedding poster with another woman? However, in the next second, I spotted Melissa walking onto the stage with a bouquet in hand. She spoke proudly to the guests. "Everyone, welcome to my wedding with Samuel Fuller, the wealthiest man in the country!"

he groaned in pain The next thing I heard was a loud gunshot Vitali didn’t even try to persuade him, he shot him too quickly, without a second thought The man I’d been laughing with earlier lay in a pool of his blood. And my husband killed him. I didn’t feel sorry for him, but I wasn’t so used to seeing people die in front of me Without hesitation, we burst out of the building, into the cool night air. Vitali's car was waiting for us, the engine purring smoothly Vitali tossed me into the passenger seat, leaping behind the wheel. We sped away from the scene leaving both Vitali and Hugh’s men behind

I've only given him the light details because I want to strategically remove myself from his grasp and from his reach. "Call me back when you have confirmed that she is really dead!" I said to him. "You've got it!" He says and then hangs up. I met Marco in the room. He is reading a newspaper. When he looks up, the light dances in his eyes but his lips are curled. He looks tired. "They found her killer. Killed by his husband. Believe it?" He passed the papers my way. There was a certain expectation in his eyes, as though he is waiting for me to read and understand the words.

I said as I clasped my hands together. He studied me for a beat too long. What does he think? Did I do it? But that's irrational. Why would I kill my wife? Sad, because I did it. She was ready to destroy everything I built, and I did what I had to do. I'm sorry, Sadie. I threw a glance in his direction, meeting his gaze. I made sure to play the part well. Polite. Cooperative. A grieving husband with nothing to hide. While across the city, Aliana would be receiving her knock. Her world was about to tilt, and she’d have no idea where the hit came from.

“What do you mean it wasn’t me? I gave you a simple task, kill the bitch, but what did you do? you ended up shooting my husband and now he is in the operation room fighting for his life.” “I think your husband has an enemy, he was already shot before I arrived at his company.” “What?? You mean someone else wanted my husband dead?” He nodded, “But who?” TBC..