The Billionaire's Gangster Wife

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otless clean without any trace of cosmetic or

d wife, I crossed my legs in the living room without any e

ect the 10k dollars he offered for the

quickly rushed to him "Welcome back Hubby how

d always, he only shrugged and walked to the sofa

e, he's a snub, cold and aloof but yet, he ne

is man, I'd decided that I'll never let any affect brew b

with impaired skin. How can I marry an Imbecile, but my wicked Stepmot

was brought to his house did I know that the man I m

hild of the great Lopez family. I'm a Gangster. I do

rumors going in about him, I pitied him and

you can take anything you as long as you remain submissive and don't bother

ike normal couple would, we don't have casual talks

r or how I used to sneak out to work, which is part of the

worked hard during the day and stuck behind that thick make up

ng in my sleep then my

s of the man that I fear and respect

ck brows, pink lips and a nose to write home of, I can help but tracing his brows wit

he's still very asleep. But he grabbed me bac

your shower and go for work, I'll be dow

like he always does. But one thing I don't understand is why I don't even h

g me either. "That...Em... I... Hubby I saw a dirt on your face so

ething wife?" I raised my eyebrows, "When it com

ht spot right now. How can he j

re your bath, go prepare for your morning exercise" I didn'

e pulled my hand back and came closer to me. Before

orning before anything, it makes my

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to his arms and patted my cheeks, "Don't w

I'm the one behind

the bathroom to prepare his bath withou

th

ly know maybe she is the one behind that heavy make up but my instinct is telli

ever believe it that Mara, the wife I do

sn't talk much, whenever I talk she never talks back and she

little wife swaying along with the

kind luck I had of having such a wi

e bath is ready"

d walked ov

I'd dressed up, I take breakfast a