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 MoreVictor’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
Carrie's POV My heart pounded as I slowly walked down the aisle, my gaze fixed on Victor at the altar. The grand hall was eerily silent despite the hum of guests and the soft melody of the piano. My white wedding gown weighed heavily on me, much like the secrets I'd been carrying.Victor stood at the end of the aisle, his expression unreadable. Beside him was a priest. He wore a long, dark cloak that obscured most of his face. The flickering candles cast shadows that danced ominously along the walls, making the entire scene feel surreal.As I reached halfway, my feet began to falter. I stopped, trembling and afraid. “I’m not Camilla,” I yelled, my voice cracking. “I don’t belong here! I want to leave!”Gasps erupted from the audience, but before I could even take a step back, Victor surged forward. His iron grip latched onto my wrist, yanking me close.“Ouch Victor you're hurting me" Without warning, he crushed his lips against mine in a forceful, dominating kiss. I struggled all I
Carrie's POV The hall was a whirlwind of activity when I came down the staircase, my fingers tracing the railing as if grounding myself against the chaos below. Workers moved swiftly, dropping bunches of white roses and golden ribbons over every available surface. The air smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, yet to me, it carried the weight of something much darker. The wedding was tomorrow. The thought wrapped around my chest like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. Ever since Victor had told me the date was moved up, the nightmares hadn’t stopped. Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man. As I reached the bottom step, my gaze was drawn to the garden outside. Through the massive glass windows, I saw him—The Reaper. He had just arrived yesterday, his presence unnerving as always. He stood in the garden, his posture relaxed yet predatory, like a wolf among sheep. Beside him was Victor, sp
I woke up to the weight of lips pressing against mine. My heart raced, panic flooding every nerve as I realized what was happening.“Victor, stop!” I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. The reek of whiskey hit me like a punch, and his slurred words made my stomach churn.“You’re mine, Camilla…” He pinned me down harder, using his right hand to pull the string of my nightgown down to reveal my tender nipple. “Now be a good little girl" His drunken smirk infuriating me.“No, Victor. Get off me!” I hissed, struggling beneath his weight. This was the fifth time he’d barged into my room in the middle of the night this week but tonight, I’d had enough.I twisted, planting my knee into his stomach. He groaned, loosening his grip just enough for me to grab the lamp beside the bed. With all the anger and frustration I’d bottled up, I swung it at his head.The loud thud as he hit the floor filled me with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. His unconscious form sprawled on the carpet.“Idio
Victor’s POVThe woman in front of me was pressed too close, her lips grazing mine as her hands wandered to my chest. Her perfume was cloying, heavy with desperation, but I let her linger. A moment of distraction wasn’t the worst thing—at least until the knock at my office door shattered the moment.“Sir,” came the muffled voice from outside.I sighed, stepping back and buttoning my shirt. “Not a word,” I said to the woman, my tone clipped. She smirked and adjusted her dress before walking off to the corner.“Come in,” I barked, settling into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me.One of my men entered, his face pale and uneasy. “Boss, there’s been a problem.”I raised an eyebrow, gripping the glass of alcohol in my hand. “Go on.”“The intel mission…it didn’t go as planned. One of our men was badly injured, and the briefcase…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “We couldn’t retrieve it.”The words lit a fuse inside me. The glass in my hand shattered as I crushed it, shards cutting int
“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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