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......

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Chapter 2

I rolled my eyes.

I was just an average assassin, nothing special.

But then, Ronan suddenly released my hand. He swiftly pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, aiming it straight at my face.

What the hell?

Had I been exposed?

Was this some kind of trap?

Instinctively, my professional assassin skills kicked in-I raised my hands in surrender, about to crouch down, when he calmly said to Alice, "Did you see that? You're ugly, she's beautiful."

Wait, what?

Ronan was a looks guy?

What a twist.

I awkwardly pretended to scratch my head, trying to act cool while my heart was doing backflips.

Damn it.

Mental note: Ronan, you're a dead man.

This mission wasn't going to happen tonight. I'd have to wait for another chance.

Just when I was wallowing in defeat, he suddenly draped his arm over my shoulders, saying with far too much familiarity, "Stammer, I accept your pursuit."

Who's pursuing you?!

Are you the ancient Greek god of self-confidence or something?

But.

Seeing Alice still clinging to him like a bad odor, I realized-this was the perfect opportunity.

"Well. if that's the case, can I. can I come over tonight?"

The next morning, I woke up in Ronan's five-hundred-square-foot bed, his scent still lingering in the air, and I immediately started planning my next move.

Poison.

Lunch was going to be my moment. I added a special ingredient to every dish.

But I didn't expect this-

"Why aren't you eating?"

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

Since I put the poison in, he hadn't touched his food, his smile never wavering.

Was I exposed?

Ronan, casually brushing a lock of hair from my face, cupped my cheek and said softly, "You eat first. I'll take whatever's left."

Wait, what?

What kind of weird preference was this?

I tried to steer the situation: "W-We can eat together..."

He awkwardly nodded.

Just when I thought things were safe, he suddenly called my name, "Stammer."

I looked up, confused: "Huh?"

And before I could say another word, a spoonful of giant wolfberry stew was shoved into my mouth.

I had no choice but to swallow.

Wait. what the hell?

Did I just let him feed me?!

He chuckled softly, his voice laced with amusement, "If you wanted me to feed you, you could've just asked."

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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 2

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