"Are you the hunter, or the hunted?" Aria Strong, codename Spider, is a killer raised by the Black Dahlia mafia group. When she is tasked with assassinating Cyrrus Lied, the rich billionaire with a perfect image, she infiltrates his company and attempts to seduce him — only to find he is all too eager to comply. But the more she gets to know him, the less she understands. Who is he really? What darkness is he hiding underneath that sunny smile? Aria tightens the net around him, but what she doesn't know is that he has her right in his trap...
View More“Aren’t you going to do anything about this?” Cyrrus frowned at Jason. The bartender shrugged. “Sorry, I’m a bit understaffed in here so I can’t go around breaking up every fight.”There was nothing Cyrrus could say to that. They had completely ignored the fight at the pool table until it became personal, after all.“And if I don’t interfere in one, I can’t interfere in the others, can I? In the spirit of fairness.”“That’s right, pansy,” the thug growled, cracking his knuckles. “You stay out of this. I only want the girl.”Cyrrus clicked his tongue. It struck Aria that this may be her first time seeing her target look displeased since she first made contact with him, so she watched him with great interest. So even the great Cyrrus Lied could be rattled into losing that fake smile of his. Yes, she was certain of it now. The smile he always wore was an act. Now the question she had to ask was… Why? Who are you performing for, Cyrrus Lied? Aria’s lips curved slightly. This was the m
“Cough cough…” “Are you okay?” Cyrrus offered her a cup of water, his expression looking genuinely worried. “Here, drink this.” “Th— Cough, thanks.” Aria took a few big gulps, belatedly taking note of two things. One, there was no poison in the water, though there was a slice of lemon. Two, this was Cyrrus’ own cup. The CEO really had low defenses. Filing away that information for now, Aria caught her breath and returned the cup to Cyrrus. “I’m good now. Sorry about that.” “Not at all. I should be the one apologizing.” Cyrrus looked sheepish. “I scared you, didn’t I?” “Huh? No.” Nothing about you is scary at all. But Aria didn’t say that out loud. “Why would you say that?” “Because I was moving too quickly.” Cyrrus cleared his throat. “I suppose it was… inappropriate for me to invite myself over to a girl’s house on the second date. That was rude, sorry.” Oh yeah, she was a girl. Aria was so occupied with the tools of her trade piling up in her hallway that she completely forg
The office burst into whispers. “No way! Is that who I think it is?” “It can’t be…” “It is! I saw him at the company’s annual party last year!” “Why is the CEO talking to our newest recruit…?” Everyone stared at Cyrrus, who continued to smile beatifically as he walked over to Aria’s table. “You didn’t call or text, so I was a little worried. Is everything okay?” “Uhh…” Aria looked at Phoebe uncertainly. Was this normal? What happened to the three-day rule? Phoebe just seemed shell-shocked. She shook her head and hands violently, unable to form a single word. Meanwhile, Cyrrus was completely oblivious to the effect he had on everyone else in the room. “I just remembered that I didn’t get your number after I gave you mine. Since I didn’t know how else to contact you, I thought I’d just drop by.” Was that right? Aria racked her brains. It was true that she had forgotten to give him her number, and since she didn’t call or text him after that, he had no way of getting it. That wa
Aria Strong had been raised by the Black Dahlia mafia group in their children’s home. Every orphan there had some connection to the group — Some of their parents died in the line of duty. Some were found on the streets during random missions. Others were the children dragged crying out of cabinets after the mafia executed their parents. Once in the home, they were all the same. Outside of the home, there were some differences. Especially in terms of their individual specialties. “What are you wearing?!” Phoebe, Aria’s colleague in the HR department, looked horrified. “Aria, darling, those colors clash horribly with your hair.” “Do they?” Aria tugged at her hair, frowning. It was a dark red, which, according to Phoebe, made her a fashion disaster. She wouldn’t know, since she was used to wearing black and not standing out. “Yes! No bright yellows and oranges, remember? And what’s with that Christmas green belt?!” Phoebe groaned as though she was punched in the stomach. Aria had ne
Aria couldn’t believe her luck. Barely two months into her new job at one of the country’s hottest new pharmaceutical companies, and here she was sitting opposite its young CEO at a fancy hotel restaurant. He was hot, filthy rich, and most importantly, he was her boss. He noticed her staring at him. “Is the food not to your liking?” Cyrrus Lied looked up at her with a perfect smile. Damn, the man was flawless. She took in his silky chestnut hair, his blue eyes tinged with green, and gulped, swallowing the piece of meat that lay forgotten in her mouth. “No, not at all! It’s delicious.” That was the truth. In fact, it was better than anything she had ever eaten. Forgetting her nerves, Aria took another bite of the steak, closing her eyes in delight. “Mm!” Cyrrus looked at her, amused. “You seem to really like it. It’s my first time seeing a girl go for a rare, though.” “You get the most out of the taste this way.” Aria sliced another chunk of meat, watching the blood drip from
Aria couldn’t believe her luck. Barely two months into her new job at one of the country’s hottest new pharmaceutical companies, and here she was sitting opposite its young CEO at a fancy hotel restaurant. He was hot, filthy rich, and most importantly, he was her boss. He noticed her staring at him. “Is the food not to your liking?” Cyrrus Lied looked up at her with a perfect smile. Damn, the man was flawless. She took in his silky chestnut hair, his blue eyes tinged with green, and gulped, swallowing the piece of meat that lay forgotten in her mouth. “No, not at all! It’s delicious.” That was the truth. In fact, it was better than anything she had ever eaten. Forgetting her nerves, Aria took another bite of the steak, closing her eyes in delight. “Mm!” Cyrrus looked at her, amused. “You seem to really like it. It’s my first time seeing a girl go for a rare, though.” “You get the most out of the taste this way.” Aria sliced another chunk of meat, watching the blood drip from
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