And that's how I found myself in the bed of Victor Reaper…
“Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His weight pressed against mine, and with a wicked smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. “Hush now, Camilla,” he said, eyes dark as they locked on mine. “I heard you've lost your memory” His voice dropped low to a whisper as he pressed a teasing kiss between my legs down to my pussy. “Let's see if you can remember this” He stuck his tongue into my now wet pussy, obviously knowing his way around, and as I gasped for air, each wave of sensation made me forget how to breathe. With one swift move, he stripped off the little piece of clothing I had on my left; I now lay completely bare on his bed, under his gaze. His fingers traced over my skin and through my thighs. He laid back on top of me, in a prone position, and I could feel him slide himself in me once more, this time going deeper and with more intensity than before. I buried my face in the sheets and moaned out as he pulled out and almost immediately pulled back in, as if teasing me. His hand turned my hips to follow his rhythm. I have had sex before, but never like this. My face was red as a cherry, and my pussy felt sore from all the stroking; Victor looked at me with such lust as he sucked hard on my left breast, using his other hand to finger me some more. “Ah… Victor…” The words barely left my lips as he brought my face up, his hand placed under my chin. “I see you still remember how to serve” He whispered. “Now be a good girl.” He said before pushing me away and standing up from the bed like nothing had happened. “Your father's coming over tomorrow,” Victor said as he picked up his coat from the bed. “Sleep well, my dear fiancée”. That last part came out all wrong. Victor made his way to the door. Not even looking back till he was gone. Is this the life Camilla had lived before she died? Was she just a sex toy to him? Some kind of plaything? Night crept in. I had already received an email from Mr Grayson indicating where my next target would be. I removed my wig and makeup as I approached the door to leave, already dressed in my usual assassin outfit. “What the?...” As I reached for the handle, I realized the door was locked. “Did he really lock me in here? Gosh! What exactly did I get myself into? Well, I'm not Camilla; a locked door isn't gonna stop me.” I said as I brought out my hairpin, a necessity in the tool arsenal of an assassin. “Got ya!” The mansion was dark and quiet, yet as I moved down the staircase, something caught my eye. A shadow darted through the corridors, quick as it was silent. “Huh?” I said while perplexed, who would be sneaking around by this time of the night? Surprised, I followed, slipping through without a sound till we reached the kitchen. Just as I approached, a spray of darts shot through the air. I twisted, dodging them all. Thank goodness I was fast on my feet, or else Camilla wouldn't be the only one dead. “You're good” a low voice complimented from the darkness. It was a man. He bent his knees as he prepared to attack. “Let's see you dodge this!” He said as he threw punches at me. He was fast, maybe a little too fast; his precision was like that of a trained fighter. We clashed once more, dodging and countering each other's attacks. We paused a bit as we heard someone enter the kitchen; it was one of the maids; we both stood still as she opened the fridge to take out a piece of cake and then went on her way, oblivious to the fact we were standing behind her all along. “Enough!” The man's voice edged with frustration. “Time to end this!” “I couldn't agree more” I moved fast, making sure he was pinned to the ground. “Checkmate” “Who's in here” a loud voice called out, it was Victor. “Shit!” I said under my breath as I released my hold on the man I had been fighting with. “I'm coming in.” The next thing I heard was the sound of the door opening. I looked and noticed that the man I had been fighting with had left already. I picked one of the kitchen staff clothes and quickly changed out of my assassin clothes. “Camilla?” His eyes narrowed in confusion. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Uh…This isn't the bathroom…” I gave out a nervous chuckle, “oops” “You think you can dress up as a kitchen staff and escape this time huh?” He said as he grabbed onto my neck, nearly strangling me. Wait… Camilla had tried escaping before? Caroline would never let someone manhandle her this way, but right now, I was weak, obedient Camilla. “Vic…tor” I struggled to mutter out as I felt my life slipping away. He dragged me back to my prison cell of a room. “Know your place,” He said as he stormed out, locking the door behind him. I stood there in shock as I thought about the events of the night. “Shit!” I thought as I went to the window, “I could have just gone down from here.” I tried to reach for it but then realized that it was locked. “I'm guessing Camilla also tried escaping from the window too huh” I ended up calling Mr Grayson and telling him that I had to bail. He understood and once again gave me wise words. ********************** The morning light shone through the blinds, the sunlight rays on my bed; I was awoken by the sweet song of birds chirping. “What a night!” I stretched as I looked around the room. “So I'm not dreaming,” I said, realizing that I was still stuck in this hell hole of a life. I fell back on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I pondered. Just then, one of the Maids came into my room, unlocking the doors. “Good morning Miss. Master Victor requests that you join him in his car in 20 minutes” “Uh… thanks, I'll be right out,” I said as I dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower. Doing my hair and makeup to look like someone else wasn't new to me, as an assassin, I did always have undercover jobs. I was out in less than 15 minutes and headed out to the car. It wasn't the same car Victor had used to pick me up at the hospital. This one was different, black too but even more luxurious. I got into the car, Victor was nowhere in sight. “Uhm excuse me, where's Victor?” I asked the driver whose shades were so thick that they could block out the sun. The driver didn't say anything in response, instead, he started the engine and began driving. What about Victor? I wondered, where was the driver taking me to? After what felt like ages, we arrived in front of another mansion, though not as large as The Reaper family mansion. There, I met a man; he was a man of small stature, and two hefty bodyguards stood beside him. The car stopped as I came down. “Cammy!” The small man called out as he drew nearer to me; I had to bend a little as he kissed my cheeks like that of the French. “Hope those bastards didn't hurt you?” He said to me in a whisper-like manner. “Uhm, I'm fine sir.” I hesitantly said, not having the slightest idea of who he was. “Sir?” The man let out a slight chuckle. “This way,” he said as he gestured for me to follow him up into the mansion. The halls were lined up with pictures of Camilla, the small man, and another person. Someone who looked younger than Camilla. As I looked at all the pictures closely, it dawned on me that they were family pictures. Which meant the small man had to be Camilla's Father, or rather he was my father now. “Uhm… Dad?” I started, unsure if I was on the right track. “Dad?” He said with a smile. “You always called me Papi Cammy, but at least you still recognize your papa” Just then, One of the bodyguards whispered something in his ear. “My flower, would you mind waiting here for a while? Diego will be with you shortly; I have some business to take care of.” With that, he left with his entourage of men in black. Left alone, I wandered through the halls of the mansion. I made my way upstairs and got to the library. It was a decent room with stacks of books. I've never been a fan of reading, yet I found myself feeling drawn. I started running my fingers through the different collections till I noticed a book that was out of place; all the books were arranged in alphabetical order, but this particular book was far off. I reached out to grab the book, and as I did, I realized it was a lever. I stood and watched as a secret passage came up behind the walls. Of course, I went into it. The passage leads me to somewhat of an office, not too small. It had pictures on the walls, and not just any pictures, pictures of the top most notorious Mafia Bosses in the city. And at the center of them all was The Reaper. I checked through the files on the desk only to see records and evidence against each and every one of these Men. The only person's file that wasn't there was The Reaper, well no surprise there. A namestate on the table caught my eye, on it was boldly Written, Dagar-E. Who the hell is Dagar-E? Suddenly, the air felt more dense, I could feel someone or something creeping up behind me. “Wow!” I said as I dodged a dart. Instinctively, I threw the first thing I could grab back in defense. It was a pencil and a sharp one at that, but he caught it midair. “Hmm… You're not Camilla.” The man standing behind me said, “You have five seconds to tell me who you are and what you've done with my sister” he said, now pointing a gun at close range to my head. I was screwed. Face to face with death. “Five, four, three, two, one…” A shot rang out.A bullet was fired. But not from the man in front of me, it was Camilla's Father. “Diego, have you gone mad?!” He shouted at the man whose gun had been shot right out of his hand. “How dare you point your gun at your older sister” There was tension between the two. I could tell. “Uh, it's alright da.. I mean Papi” I said with a shiver in my voice. “I'm fine” I wasn't! Would Diego had pulled the trigger if Camilla's Father hadn't stopped him? Diego didn't utter a word, instead, he just stared me down. He may have not spoken, but his eyes said it all, his words from before fresh on my mind “you're not Camilla” have I been compromised already? “Wait, what's that?” Camilla's Father said as he turned Diego's neck to the side, “have you been in a fight? Looks like you lost” Wait, fight? I glanced at the mark on his neck. They were fresh, probably last night. And it looked like his neck was pressed against or rather pinned down. Diego hit away his Father's hand. “It doesn't
The cold steel of the gun pressed against my forehead, and all I could see were The Reaper’s hollow, emotionaless eyes. My heart raced as his finger curled around the trigger. Would this be my last breath?Time seemed to freeze. Every noise faded, every thought blurred, until a sudden explosion of color was seen in the skies. Fireworks. Bright, dazzling, and loud. The noise broke through the tension like a knife, startling The Reaper. Finally! A Chance! I didn’t hesitate. Summoning courage I didn’t know I had, I twisted free from his grip. My body moved before my mind could catch up. The knife he'd used to pin my cloth to the wall was left behind as I scrambled out of his reach, slipping beneath the balcony’s edge.I crouched low, pressing my body against the cold stone as I tried to steady the pace of my breathing, praying he couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart. The Reaper cursed under his breath. “Coward,” he muttered, his shadow stretching above me as he paced the balcony. I
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
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
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
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
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 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
Carrie'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