His Ghost Knife
"Stay with me... stay with me," Elijah kept saying as the doctor wheeled me toward the operating room.
Blood soaked everything. I could barely hear a thing—just his voice, shaking.
His eyes were wet. His hand gripped mine like letting go meant death.
"Stay with me! I'm not losing you again... Amiee."
That name hit like a slap.
Klaus snapped, "Her name is Katherine, goddammit!"
The doors shut before I could see their faces again.
A tear slid down.
Elijah wasn’t afraid to lose me
He was afraid to lose her.
And I’m just her shadow.
**She was paid to kill a ghost. Instead, she walked into a trap set by two kings.**
Katherine goes by one name on the streets — "Ghost Knife"
No past. No future. Just blade, blood, and silence.
An assassin.
Her kills are clean. Her escape? Always flawless.
Until her latest target turns out to be **Klaus De Luca**, the cold-blooded mafia boss with a face that haunts, a voice that commands, and secrets buried deeper than bodies.
But just when she’s about to strike, she’s kidnapped by another man… wearing the same face.
His name? *Elijah De Luca.*
His crime? Dragging her into a brutal world where she’s not the hunter anymore — she’s the hunted.
Locked away. Marked. Watched.
Katherine realizes she was never meant to kill Klaus…
But she fall into the De Lucas’ hands.
Now, one brother sees her as the woman who can tame his darkness.
The other sees her as a ghost from his past — one he thought he’d buried. he wants to end her, but ends up needing her.
But Katherine doesn’t belong to either of the twin .
And the only way out…
is to *make them bleed first.*
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Chapter: Chapter 4 Katherine pov .. "I planned it all," Klaus announced with that stupid, smug grin plastered across his face-like he thought he was a genius ,his mouth twitching into a dangerous smirk. I stared at him. Tall, broad-shouldered, a walking idiot in a thousand-dollar suit. I smiled. "Congrats," I drawled, stepping forward just slightly, my fingers playing with the edge of the knife . "You planned it all? Too bad your brain couldn't plan for this." Before he could blink, in one quick motion, the blade in the air left my fingers like a whisper of death. It sliced through the side of his cheek-clean, sharp, leaving a trail of blood like a red warning. He flinched, hands instinctively rising to his face before the knife embedded itself straight between the eyes of the guard behind him . The body dropped with a thud . The silence that followed was heavy. Deadly. I turned my back on him without fear. But Klaus's voice rang out immediately, sharp as gunfire. "Catch her. Bri
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Chapter: Chapter 3 Elijah’s POV The office was spotless. The chandelier glittered. The blood was gone. Like nothing ever happened. But I could still feel her. Her scream. Her struggle. Her eyes —? Klaus was already pacing. He snapped something sharp in Russian. “Why the hell would you want the ghost knife? I'm the reason she was at the party in the first place.” “She’s a loose thread,” I replied coolly, sitting at the desk. “I trick her in to finish her off. But first, I need to know who sent her.” Klaus slammed his palm on the table, fury in his voice. He's never the type to calm down “She’s not going to die, Elijah. From now on, not a single drop of blood touches her skin — or I’ll burn your entire operation.” I stared at him, unblinking. “You think I’m afraid?” I stood. “I know you too well, Klaus. I know what you do when you’re angry. So leave. Now!. You’re not welcome here anymore.” His jaw clenched. “The next time you walk in here,” I warned, voice low and venomous, “I’ll t
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Chapter: Chapter 2 Katherine's POV Pain. Blinding. Hot. Persistent. It was the first thing I felt as my eyes blinked open — not the cut on my arm, but the searing light aimed straight at my face, pinning me like prey. The room was silent, except for the faint buzzing of a faulty bulb somewhere behind the blinding beam. My vision blurred, but slowly cleared. Chains. My hands were bound in cold metal, bolted tight to the back of the wooden chair. My legs, tied cruelly with thick ropes, ached from being bent too long. My body… almost bare — stripped down to black lace panties and bra. My weapons gone. My pride ??..still intact. Were they scared of me ? I tilted my head back, ignoring the sharp sting of the bullet graze on my upper arm. I couldn't see the room clearly, but I could feel it — concrete walls, damp floors and faulty bulb . They called me Ghost Knife. But no ghost stays chained. My breathing steadied, cold and calculated. I shifted in my seat slightly, testing the flexibility i
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Chapter: Chapter 1 Katherine pov. "It’s all clear” a voice says through the wire in my ear, low and steady. " Okay " I step out of the sleek black van, one stiletto heel at a time, and onto the gravel leading to the massive estate ahead — the kind of place where men drink blood-red wine and speak in codes before pulling the trigger. I was never invited to this grand mafia gathering — but that’s the point. I never wait for an invitation.That’s what my people are for.They handled it. Just like always.Now it’s time for me to do what I do best.Tonight, I’m not Katherine. I’m whoever they want to see. Since my identity will always be unknown, I'm wearing a red wig, short and wild.A nose ring that glints under the chandelier lights.Thick red lip stick shaped into something dangerous.My face altered — slightly fuller lips, contoured cheekbones. Green-brown contact lenses that make my stare almost inhuman.The slit in my black dress teases up my thigh with every step, high enough to pull a knife
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