Exposed After Six Failed Assassinations of the Alpha

I'm an assassin for the Snicker pack, cold and relentless. My mission? Kill Alpha Ronan of a rival pack in three months. Five attempts. Five failures. All thanks to my incompetent partner. One time, he even gave me an overtime drug. Pathetic. The deadline was here, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him. "I won't do it. Just let me die instead," I told my partner. Silence. Days passed with no reply. Then, on the final day, I found it-a secret buried deep in the mission......

Chapters

Chapter 1

When the pack solemnly gave me the order, I took it.

Stammer became the assassin of The Snicker Pack.

My target was Ronan.

The file said he was refined, cold, and composed.

But as I stood before this breathtakingly handsome yet clearly insane man, I couldn't help but question the accuracy of my partner's intel.

Help!

Can someone explain to him that I'm here to kill him, not confess my feelings?

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and deliberate as he whispered in my ear, "Did you just say your name is Stammer? When did you start liking me?"

No!

I tried again for the two hundredth time to explain: "I... I'm not... I'm not interested..."

Ronan's eyes lowered, his tone both surprised and touched, "Not interested? Could it be... love?"

"I-I..."

I nearly snarled, ready to snap back, "Love you, my ass!"

But before I could finish the words, Ronan interrupted with a smile that made my stomach twist:

"I LOVE YOU FOREVER?"

Ha.

I laughed.

It's true, when you're at a loss for words, sometimes you just laugh.

As I laughed, a single thought flashed in my mind.

"On a dark, windy night, the perfect time to kill."

I reached for my weapon-a glittering, oversized spoon I'd been hiding in my sleeve.

It was definitely going to be lethal.

Just as I was about to brandish it like the assassin I was,

"Ronan, who is this filthy woman? Why are you with her?"

I froze.

The unwelcome guest had arrived.

What a mess, what a glorious mess this was turning out to be.

Now.

Please, someone, mute the world. I need to process this betrayal.

My pack Alpha had given me three months to assassinate Ronan.

I thought that was more than enough time.

But no.

Two entire months just spent tailing him, waiting for the perfect moment, and now, finally, tonight, I had him alone.

It was supposed to be perfect.

God, it's all ruined.

I thought about taking them both out-killing them together.

But before I could make up my mind, Ronan suddenly grabbed my hand.

His eyes, dark with authority, turned cold as he spoke to the woman.

"Alice, stop following me."

Did you hear that?!

He told her to go!

"Leave! I beg you!"

Alice's eyes widened, her hands trembling as she pointed at me.

"Why? Why does she get to be with you?"

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The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost. Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal. This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline. I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war.

Action Modern Romance

9.6

His Promise, My Shattered World

9.6

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.

Action Modern Romance

8.9

KISS ME KILL ME;HIS ENEMY HIS OBSESSION

8.9

In the shadow of a lethal rivalry, a ruthless mafia heir finds himself consumed by a dangerous obsession with the one person he is sworn to destroy. As their blood-soaked worlds collide, a volatile romance ignites between these two enemies, blurring the line between hatred and desire. Every kiss is a gamble and every touch carries a threat of betrayal. In a high-stakes game of power and revenge, will their lethal attraction lead to salvation or a final, fatal end?

Action Mafia Romance

7.8

My Celebrity Therapist's Cruel Deception

7.8

On my tenth wedding anniversary, I found my celebrity therapist husband naked with our housekeeper. He called it "somatic therapy." I was pregnant with our miracle baby and secretly battling a brain tumor. But when his lover faked a fall and a miscarriage, framing me for it, he chose her. The fall caused me to lose my actual baby. As I lay bleeding on the floor, my husband scoffed, "Don't play games, Alexis," and rushed her to the hospital. He then had me committed to a psychiatric facility, publicly painting me as delusional to protect his reputation and his affair. He thought he had gotten rid of me forever. But he didn't know my sister would break me out. He didn't know I would fake my own death to escape. Now, I'm back. And I'm about to teach the good doctor a lesson in consequences.

Action Modern Romance

9.1

Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge

9.1

I spent twenty-one years trying to be the perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegitimate sister, Mia, with nothing but grace. That kindness is exactly what got me killed. My husband, Luca, didn't take me on a honeymoon. He dragged me into the soundproof basement of our estate. Mia was there, too. Not to help me, but to gloat. She laughed as she admitted to poisoning our mother with arsenic, watching with glee as Luca brought a serrated knife to my chest. "You were always too soft, Sera," he sneered, carving through my skin while I begged for mercy. I died in that cold, dark room, choking on my own blood and the bitter taste of betrayal. But I didn't stay dead. I woke up gasping for air, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred. The calendar on my nightstand read May 12, 2018. It was five years ago. The very morning I was scheduled to sign the marriage contract that would seal my fate. I looked at the paper on the vanity. In my last life, I signed it with a trembling hand. This time, I flicked open my silver Zippo and watched the flames eat Luca's name. I didn't pack a dress. I packed a pistol and a stack of cash. I was going to Las Vegas. There was only one man dangerous enough to help me destroy the New York families. I walked into the underground fight club, locked eyes with the deadliest man in the room, and smiled. "Dante Cavallaro," I said. "I'm here to make you a King."

Action Mafia Modern

8.1

Revenge Wedding: I Choose The Reaper

8.1

On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes. She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia." Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours. He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity. But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture." I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her. And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm. Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite. He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet. He is wrong. I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door. And I changed the groom. As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears. The Reaper.

Action Modern Romance

Exposed After Six Failed Assassinations of the Alpha

Chapter 1

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