The Plan was simple "First I work my way into his empire, then I become one of his bodyguards—should be pretty easy considering I've been training for this moment my entire life. But to take him down, I'll need to access his hidden records. But the real question is how...?" ****************** Her Pregnant mother murdered in cold blood. Her father and twin brother burnt to ashes right before her eyes. Carrie's world is torn apart in a single night by none other than The Reaper— a notorious Mafia Boss who's very name conjures fear and death. Now a full blown assassin but working part-time as a nurse, and haunted by the memories of her past, Carrie is consumed by a single obsession: revenge. When fate hands her a twisted opportunity —Victor, the only son of the Reaper, brings in his fiancée for emergency surgery after a tragic accident—Carrie seizes her chance. She switches places with her, infiltrating Victor's household as his bride-to-be, intending to use him to get to his father and her main target, The Reaper. In this unlikely romance, Carrie must navigate through a dangerous web of lies, secrets, and her own internal conflict. What happens when her mission of vengeance clashes with a force she never saw coming—Love? ******************* "Ha! I knew you wouldn't have the guts to do it, even with the knife to my throat" "I'm a trained assassin who kills for a living. Only one thing stands between you and death" "And what is that?" "The love I have for your son"
View MoreCarrie's POV My head throbbed as I slowly regained consciousness. A dull ache radiated from the back of my skull, and my limbs felt heavy. As I opened my eyes, the dim light barely illuminated the rough, damp walls around me. Panic surged through my veins as I tried to move, only to realize that my wrists and ankles were tightly bound to a chair. A thick cloth was stuffed into my mouth, making it impossible to scream.My heart pounded as I twisted my hands against the restraints, but the ropes only burned against my skin. Where was I? And more importantly—where was Diego? The last thing I remembered was our fight. I had almost gotten away with the files before Diego caught me off guard and knocked me unconscious.The heavy sound of a door creaking open made me tense up a little. Footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. A shadow loomed over me.It was Diego.As he stepped into the light. He looked furious, his usually composed demeanor shattered by rage.With a rough tug, he p
Carrie’s POV “I must say,” he mused, holding up a document, “you played the part well. Almost had everyone fooled.”“You don’t understand Diego,” I said, trying to reason with him. “It isn’t what you think.”Faster than I could blink, he reached for his gun**************I sat at the long dining table, the morning sun streaming through the large windows. Victor sat at the head of the table, sipping his espresso as he scrolled through his phone.I tried not to look at him.Tried not to think about the way his lips had felt on mine that day at the hot spring.I know it happened days ago but even now, whenever I see him, my memories flood back in reminding me of the events.My fingers tightened around my fork.I needed to get out of here.Out of this house.“I’ll be out for the day,” I said casually.Victor barely glanced at me. “Where?”“To see my papi,” I lied, forcing a small smile.He didn’t seem suspicious. He didn't seem to care at all.“Take that guy with you. What's his name…Ay
James’s POVI sighed as I leaned against the cold metal railing of the fire escape, watching her through my binoculars.She wasn’t doing anything exciting—just eating breakfast by her small apartment window. She sat there, sipping coffee, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware that someone—me, was keeping an eye on her."This is boring as hell," I muttered to myself mid yawn.Victor had given me orders to keep tabs on her, but honestly, I hadn't seen anything suspicious. She was just… normal.A little too normal.After finishing her breakfast, the lady left her apartment, locking the door behind her. I followed her from a distance as she walked to a fast-food restaurant a few blocks away.I groaned. She works in a burger joint?For the next few hours, I sat in my car across the street, watching her through the restaurant’s big glass windows. She took orders, smiled at customers, and even laughed with her coworkers.Victor thinks this girl is dangerous?I leaned back in my sea
Carrie’s POV The hot spring’s warmth wrapped around me like a second skin, easing the tension from my body. It had been days since I’d felt this relaxed, If only I could just have this moment all to myself —But alas, I wasn’t alone.Like a beast, he grabbed my breasts with one hand and yanking me closer with the other, his tongue sent wet kisses down my bare neck.“Sir…” I said, trying to reason with him"Shh” He whispered in my ear, "Call me Victor." With his hands on my hips, he turned me around all the way, my movements, startling the not so calm waters. Within seconds, he started rubbing my pussy, his wet fingers finding their way around.“Ah" I moaned at loud, my body vibrating in ways I never knew were possible. Is this the same Victor who always snuck into my— I mean Camila's room, late at night to take advantage of her? What he also taking advantage of me as well?Suddenly, he stopped. I felt his piercing gaze from behind. He kissed me down from my shoulders to my lower back
Victor’s POV The sensation of water filling my lungs jolted me awake. I coughed violently, spitting out the saltwater that nearly choked me. Blinking against the blinding sunlight, I sat up, feeling the gritty sand clinging to my wet clothes. For a moment, I was disoriented, my head pounding as I took in the scene of nothing but ocean and the desolate island before me.Where the hell was I?I forced myself to my feet, every muscle aching from the explosion and the battle against the waves. My gaze swept across the beach, scanning for any signs of life or wreckage. Just as hopelessness began to creep in, I saw it—a figure bobbing in the water, lifeless.I trudged through the surf, my legs heavy as I reached the body. It was my bodyguard, his face obscured by the ever-present mask. “Tf does he manage to keep it on all the time" “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, dragging him onto the shore. He wasn’t breathing. Without thinking, I slammed my hands against his chest, trying to for
Carrie's POV I stirred awake as sunlight streamed through the room's tiny circular window. I stretched lazily, savoring the gentle sway of the cruise ship.Slipping out of bed, I rummaged through my closet and chose a cheerful floral skirt and paired it with a turquoise bikini top. The outfit screamed playful yet comfortable—perfect for a day at sea.Just then, my stomach grumbled. I grabbed my phone, touched up my makeup and headed toward the café for breakfast. Halfway there, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Victor: “Bring me some coffee on your way coming back.”“Jerk" I sighed, pocketing my phone. “He could at least say please,” I muttered under my breath. I reached the café, ordered a light breakfast—Scrambled eggs and French toast, and found a quiet corner to eat. The aroma of fresh pastries and coffee filled the air as passengers mingled around me.Once I finished my meal, I stopped at the counter to grab Victor’s coffee. The captain’s voice suddenly echoed through t
Victor's POV Isabella... Just the thought of her name carried a weight that weighed heavy in my heart. She wasn’t just any woman—she was a piece of my past that refused to fade. Growing up, Isabella had been family. Her father and my father had been inseparable, practically brothers, bound by loyalty forged in blood and fire. That loyalty had cost Isabella's father his life. During a raid, her father had pushed my father out of harm's way, taking the bullets meant for him. In honor of that sacrifice, my father adopted Isabella, raising her as one of his own. From the moment Isabella joined our household, she was a force to be reckoned with. Strong-willed, fearless as they come, and unapologetic, she took whatever she wanted. As teens, I must admit that I'd fallen hard for her, captivated by her confidence and beauty. I loved her with everything I had. She was supposed to be my forever home. I had planned our future together, I was going to marry her, believing we’d grow old
Carrie's POV The room buzzed with an uneasy energy. I couldn’t tell if it was just my nerves or the weight of everyone’s stares. “Isabella?" The mysterious lady leaned in and kissed his cheek, her lips leaving a faint mark that seemed to glow in the dim light. “Hello Victor. Miss me?Victor didn’t flinch; instead, he turned to her, his expression unreadable.She glanced my way, her sharp hazel eyes locking onto mine. Her lips curved into a smirk, and I felt a chill run down my spine.“Who the hell is she?” I whispered under my breath, my fingers clutching the hem of my gown.As she let go of Victor, Isabella strode toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Each step felt deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and I resisted the urge to step back.What was she planning?Before she could reach me, The Reaper intercepted her. He moved like a shadow, his presence suffocating.“Oh, hello…Uncle.” Isabella said, a smirk forming. "Been a
Victor's POV Blood?.Warm and sticky, it seeped through my fingers as I pressed against the wound in my side, trying to stop the flow. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t unbearable—I’d felt worse before. What truly stung was the look of disappointment on the masked man’s face as he stood over me, arms crossed like he’d been cheated.“You’re not him,” he said, his voice low and cold. His eyes—what little I could see of them beneath the mask—narrowed. “I was expecting the Reaper. Instead, I get his puppet.”I forced a smirk, though it cost me. “Bastard, you’ll regret not finishing the job.”The man snorted, unimpressed. “Take him to the cell where the girl is. Let him bleed for a while.” he looked up at me, “Then you finish the job." Two men stepped forward, their grips rough as they yanked me to my feet. My legs wobbled, but I didn’t let them see how weak I was. I’d be damned if I showed any sign of defeat.The walk to the cell was short but agonizing. Every step sent jolts of pain th
“Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His torso pressed against mine, and with a dirty smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. How did it end up like this? ******************* Carrie's POV What would you do if your father and twin brother were burnt to ashes right in front of you? Or if your pregnant mother was murdered in cold blood, and all you could do was watch? I don’t know about you, but for me, there was only one path: revenge. My name is Caroline Slane. I was only 8 years old when my family was taken away from me by the elusive notorious Mafia Boss, only known as The Reaper. A man rumored to be the devil himself, his very name brings a wave of death and devastation. That night—the rain soaked into my skin, the flames crackled and popped as everything I loved burned before my eyes. I remember every second of it. The smell of smoke still haunts me, clinging to my skin as if it’ll never let me forget. Surviving the streets ...
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