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"
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The ceiling moved. A second later, it came crashing down on top of them. Dad and Carl were both dead. “No!” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen in fear. “Carrie!” I turned around. It was mum. She was here, blood on her face. “Mommy!” I tried to run to her, but stopped as I saw him. A man stood behind her, holding her hair tight in one hand and a gun in the other. His eyes were cold as ice. “Run!” Mum screamed. BANG! Her body dropped right in front of me. She lay there in a pool of her own blood. So much blood. “M-Mommy?” I whispered, crawling to her side. She looked at me one last time. “Be strong Carrie,” she said, voice shaking. “I... Love...” Then her eyes closed. “No…” I sobbed, hugging her. Another man ran up to the scene “Reaper! We gotta go now!” So that was his name? The Reaper. The Reaper got in his car and they both drove off, leaving me traumatized. Just then, a tall man in a black coat appeared. “It’s okay,” he said gently, holding out his hand. “I’ve got you now.” “W-who are you?” I sniffled. “My name is Mr. Grayson. From now on I’m going to take care of you.” ******************** 20 years later... “Caroline… I see you every day push yourself beyond your limit,” Mr Grayson said as he watched me train. His thick Russian accent echoed all over the room. I wiped the sweat from my brow. "Limits are in the mind, sir. They're only real if you believe in them." He slowly walked closer, hands clasped behind his back, “You know Caroline…” he started, “My people often say; Месть — это огонь, который сжигает душу, поглощая всё тепло, пока не останется любви. Do you know what it means?” “No sir”. Of course not, do I look like I speak Russian? “It simply means, Revenge is a fire that burns the soul, consuming all warmth until no love remains.” He was trying to dissuade me, but I wasn’t buying it. His words were just noise— Love? Warmth? Those things didn’t matter to me. Not anymore. I didn't care about what Mr Grayson or anyone else said to me; what I wanted was vengeance, and I wasn't going to stop until I had The head of The Reaper in my hands. I swear this on my family's grave! ****************** It was just another busy day in the ER. The steady beep of heart monitors and the sharp smell of antiseptic filled the air. The sound of ambulance sirens grew louder, and I could see through the windows as they rushed someone in. Then I saw her—Camilla Estella, the famed model, Barely alive. She had bruises all over, bruises that didn't look like the kind you'd get from your usual accident. "Something must’ve happened," I muttered, not realizing I’d spoken loud enough for others to hear. "Yeah, no kidding," Dr. Jordan, the head surgeon, snapped. "Now get your ass in there!" Being a nurse wasn't the easiest part-time job. Three hours. That’s how long it took. And still, we couldn’t save her. She died at 11:59 AM. Jordan handed me the paperwork and gestured for me to break the news to her loved ones. Typical. He loved sending me to the war front, watching me deliver bad news while he hid behind his office door. I went into the waiting room and met a young man standing by the windows. The breeze from the open window rustled the curtains, revealing his face in the dim light. I knew that face. How could I forget it? It was none other than Victor, the only son of the Reaper, the man I swore to kill. I quickly adjusted my face mask, concealing more of my already hidden face. My pulse quickened, every instinct telling me to strike, but I couldn’t—not here. How is she?” His voice was ice-cold and devoid of emotion. He didn’t even look at me as he spoke. “Your friend is...” I started but was cut off. “I think you mean fiancée.” Fiancée? Oh shit! How could I not have known? I'd heard on the news that Victor was marrying a famous model, but I had no idea it was Camila. Suddenly, a plan began to form in my mind. A dangerous plan. One that could get me closer to The Reaper than I ever thought possible. I was going to use the lion's cub to lure it out for the kill. I was going to use Victor. I would take Camilla’s place. I would become the fiancée of the Reaper’s son. “She’s fine,” I lied smoothly. “But the accident did some damage. We had to take her in for plastic surgery. Her face was severely damaged. But don't worry, you can hardly see the stitches” Victor’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t flinch. “What else?” What else? “She has anemia. It might cause some changes in her behavior and we doubt she'll recover from it.” I swallowed hard, wondering if he’d buy my lie. “Okay. When can I take her home?” “An hour,” I quickly replied, my mind already racing with the next steps of my plan. “We just need to give her a quick look.” “Make it quick,” Victor snapped, answering his phone before storming out of the room, his dark presence vanishing behind the doors. He really was the son of The Reaper. ***************** I went back to Jordan's office to report a mission well done. Medical records for each patient were kept in that office, including the death report of Camilla. I had to erase those files, But how? “Caroline” Jordan called out, “I want you to call Paula to come pick up the patient's corpse” There was no way I was going to let that happen; if word got out that Camilla was dead, my plan would be ruined. I had to use the only weapon God bestowed upon women that could take out any man… Breasts. “Sir, could you please check my heartbeat? I don't feel so good,” I stated while unbuttoning the two upper buttons of my shirt. I slowly grabbed his stethoscope whilst maintaining eye contact; I positioned the stethoscope on his ears and ran my fingers from his ear to his thigh; I could feel the vibration in him, he eyed my breasts with such awe, and I could see his dick bulging through his pants. I went in for the kill by leaning towards him and whispering in his ear, “Be a good boy and go get us some condoms, mama wanna feel you” Like a dog going to fetch a stick, Jordan rushed out of the room. I checked the time and saw I had just 30 minutes before Victor arrived to take his alive fiancee with amnesia home. I went for the drawer and took Camilla's death records and erased her history from the computer. Then I made my way to where Camilla's belongings were and I wore her clothes. Next, I went to dispose of Camilla's body by dropping it over a small cliff that was steps away from the hospital. I rushed to the entrance, barely making it in time. I could see Victor already stepping down from his luxury car. “Shit!” I whined, looking at a nearby mirror in disdain as I noticed I had forgotten about my hair. I had short brown curly hair but Camila had long and luxurious black straight hair, typical amongst models. I had to do something and fast. Just then, two ladies walked past me, having on What looked like wigs matching the type of Camilla's hair. I had no choice, I quickly took the wig off the first lady's head without her noticing. The skills of an assassin tend to come in handy from time to time. “Camilla?” Victor’s voice cut through the air as he approached me. “Do you remember me?” I turned slowly, slipping into my new role with ease. From that moment on, I wasn’t Caroline Slane. I was Camilla Estella. Victor Reaper’s fiancée. And one wrong move would get me killedCarrie's POV The music that played was loud, but nothing could drown out the pounding in my heart as I looked at Victor.There he was in front of me, surrounded by women like a king in his inner room.Behind this glittering mask and the heavy makeup, I was no one to him, just another girl for him to feast on.“Have we met?" He asked, looking up at me with that lazy, smug smile of his.“No" I shot, trying to hide the anger in my voice “Well you look familiar" he said, reaching out to grab my wrist.I stepped back, slapping his hand away. "Well we haven’t met. You don't look like someone who's easy to forget"He raised an eyebrow. "Feisty. I like that."I rolled my eyes, turning around without another word and walking out of the room. The door clicked shut behind me as I yanked the mask off and took in a deep breath."You’re a damn fool, Caroline," I muttered under my breath. "Thinking he had changed. Once an asshole, always an asshole"I had let myself believe, even for a second, tha
Carrie's POV I turned slowly, looking at who it was, Victor still deep inside me."I-I'm so sorry, sir, madam!" the maid stammered, her face the color of ripe tomatoes as she walked backward, quickly shutting the door.Victor chuckled. "You’re my wife aren't you? We’re allowed to have sex""Shut up” I said, turning my face away.Wife?If only he knew…He laid beside me, I curled into his arms, enjoying the warmth, his arm wrapped protectively around me. His breathing slowed down until he went quite.We both drifted off to sleep. *******Morning came, the sunlight shining through the curtains. I stretched, my fingers automatically scratching at my scalp. Something felt... off. My hair?No—my wig!I shot upright immediately and looked around the bed. Panic starting to set in, until I spotted it—resting like a trophy on Victor’s head.I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing out loud. He looked ridiculous, but oddly adorable.Giggling quietly, I walked over, gently lifting the wig fro
Victor's POV The sound of her moan turned me on even more. Who knew Camilla could be this fucking amazing “Baby scream for me" I whispered, sticking yet another finger inside her.“Victor…” she managed to mutter between moans, "Stop… you're drunk" Drunk? I'll show you drunkI removed my fingers and stood beside the bed, Camilla turned in confusion “Wha…” I didn't let her finish, I dragged both her legs back and flipped her over, holding her two hands in place."Victor wai…" I pushed my dick inside her anus and started pounding her. She was tight but I didn't care, I liked it rough “Vi.. i.. i.." Her speech was cut in pieces as her body moved front and back, her large breasts bouncing as a result She screamed in pain but all I felt was pleasure.Minutes in and I started to feel my dick falling to sleep, I stopped, pulling her hair and bringing her to her feet then her knees.This wasn't the time for my dick to fall, she needed to give it a good pump I pushed her head back, her
Carrie’s POV The chandeliers glittered like a thousand stars above my head as Victor led me into the grand ballroom, with our arms intertwined. “Mr. and Mrs. Reaper,” the doorman announced.Heads turned. Whispers soon filled the room. "Is that… his wife? I've never seen them together.""I heard they keep her locked up.""I heard she's just a mistress”I stood taller, pretending not to hear a thing, even though every word hurt.And then she appeared.Isabella.Wearing a silver dress that clung to her body, revealing her curves, she sashayed over and planted a kiss on Victor’s cheek, leaving behind a faint red stain. She turned to me, her eyes glinting like polished glass.“Oh, Camilla,” she said, her voice too sweet it gave me cavities. “Isn’t your outfit meant for a garden party? This isn't the kind of gathering you wear such horrid clothes to”I smiled, my lips curled in a fake smile. “Funny. I could say the same about your attitude.”Victor chuckled under his breath, then leaned
Victor's POV I stood there in my office, hands buried in my pockets as I stared out the tall glass window overlooking the city skyline. The sun bathed the skyscrapers in golden light, but my thoughts were far away.Camilla…A smile tugged at my lips as her name filled my mind. My undeniablely beautiful, slightly fierce, and weird wife. I tilted my head slightly, recalling how she moved that day—swift, calm and deadly.“When did she learn to fight like that?” I muttered to himself, amused. “And since when did she know how to handle a gun?”The thought didn’t disturb me. It just intrigued me.I pulled out my phone and dialed James.“Sir?” James answered on the second ring.“I heard there’s a carnival in town,” I said, tone calm but firm. “I want a day planned there for Camilla and I. I want everything ready in 25 minutes. I’ll handle the rest.”“Yes, sir.”I ended the call, grabbed my coat, and headed out. This wasn’t just about pretending anymore. I strangely wanted to spend time with
Carrie's POV "You better not drop me, Camilla!" Victor barked, his voice edged with panic as he hung on to my other hand for dear life, his palms slick with sweat and I could feel him slowly slipping.Below us, a violent stream rushed past jagged rocks, the sound of rushing water echoing off the stone walls of the cave.I gritted my teeth, my other hand gripping the crumbling edge of the cliff. "Don’t tempt me."Victor’s eyes widened. "Huh? You’re actually thinking about it!"I said nothing. Truth was, the idea crossed my mind. But I needed him. Not just because he was a key factor to my plan for ultimate revenge. I needed him because, deep down, despite everything, he was all I had right now.His hand slipped again slightly. "I can’t believe I’m gonna die like this! This is pathetic!""Shut up, Victor. I think I’ve got an idea.""No. No more of your—""Listen to me you good for nothing son of a bitch!" I snapped. "I’m going to swing you up. Once you’re up, you pull me, okay? We don’
Victor's POV “I can’t see a damn thing,” I muttered, squinting into the darkness of the cave. I reached into my pocket for my phone.Camilla, who I assume was standing a few feet away with her arms crossed, spoke up. “Don’t!”I let out a short laugh. “Relax. I just need some light,” I said, pressing the power button. But the screen stayed black. My phone was dead.Camilla sighed in relief. “I think we should probably leave now.”I so wasn’t having it. “Not until I found some light.” I reached into my other pocket, pulling out a small torch. But before I could switch it on, Camilla kicked it from my hand.“What the hell?” I shouted.Ignoring me, Camilla took a step back. In my frustration, I let go of the cave door to roll toward the fallen torch. But as I did, the heavy stone door slammed shut behind me.Camilla groaned. “Please tell me there’s someone on the other side who can open that.”I clicked on the torch and shined it at the door, my jaw tightening. “Nope.”Camilla smacked
Victor's POV “Well that's my story" I leaned back in my wheelchair, my usual smirk playing on my lips. "It's not my fault women are so attracted to me," I said, tapping my fingers against the armrest. “I mean, I'm a whooping billionaire with daddy issues, I'm the complete package" "But what of…” I cut him off "Isabella? Her body is smoking hot. She's basically like my childhood sweetheart, best woman to fuck with on the planet, she sure knows how to ride in style.”“No, I meant…” I cut him off once more "Now, some people might find it weird that I love my bodyguard, but I do. I mean, she's — I mean, he's always been there for me since the beginning, her— I mean his mysterious vibe just turns me the hell on"He had enough "I don’t care about your love life Romeo.” Detective rolen groaned, slamming his fists on the table "I’m asking you about your wife, Camilla."I scoffed. "Camilla? I couldn't care less. I don’t know a single thing about her.""But she's your wife”“My wife yes.
Carrie's POV I woke up in complete darkness. My body ached, my wrists sore from the rough surface I was laying on. The damp, musty air filled my lungs as I struggled to sit up. Panic set in as I reached forward, feeling nothing but cold stone. Where the hell am I?I screamed for help, my voice echoing through the walls which made me believe I was in some kind of cave. Alas, n there was no response. I started breathing faster, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to connect the dots together at what had happened.That's it!It was all coming back.*****Earlier that day…“Isn't that Diego?” I said, looking out my window, he had thick shades of black on. He seemed calm, but there was a glint in his eye that made me feel uneasy.What was so important that he needed me to go with him? He had texted me about it yesterday but I still had no idea what is it we were doing “Hello… Camilla,” he smirked. Now that he knows I'm not Camilla, I need to be careful around him“Save the p
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