Assassin's Baby

Nisha’s POVToday is Monday, and the sun is shining brightly, promising the day will be pleasant. I can hear the birds singing as they play in the tree in front of the house. I was making pancakes for morning when I heard noises from behind me, which made me grin.“Mom, pig just stole again my things!” "Mom, cow, you're lying! I didn't steal anything from her!"I stopped what I was doing to look at the two people bickering in front of me, and I simply smiled as I looked at my lovely son and daughter."Imri Reyan Damore, return what you took from your sister," I said to my 17-year-old son, who was taken aback by what he heard from me.“Mom! I'll tell you the truth: I didn't steal anything from her! " He argued, defending himself against the allegation."Where is my favorite jacket if you didn't steal it?" "My 17-year-old daughter, Boone Arsha Damore, questioned of her younger brother about the whereabouts of her jacket.I returned my focus to the pancakes I was preparing and moved the

Nisha’s POVThe next day, I got up early to prepare for the assignment. I'll be dressing up as a covertly recruited secretary by the boss's family, because the person I'm going to assassinate despises having a secretary. I'm not sure why, but that's what Mr. Cat told me last night when I asked him what my cover would be.After a few hours of making preparations for my cover as a secretary, I look in the big mirror in front of me to see if what I'm wearing is appropriate and if I look like a real secretary. To be honest, I wasn't having any trouble because I've been a secretary many times before, so it was easy for me to act out the role."Perfect," I thought to myself as I beamed in the mirror.‘Knock knock’When I heard a noise on my door, I snapped back to reality and began cleaning up the mess I had created on my table and rearranging all of the makeup I had used “Who is it?” I asked at the same time."It's Mr. Cat, Miss," Mr. Cat responded. "Oh, Mr. Cat, please come in," I said,

Nisha’s PovWhen I returned home from the apartment, I hurriedly packed my stuff into my luggage so that I could fly back home and forgot about the request my grandma had made for me. I truly hated agreeing to her; I should have just turned down the offer and never saw him again after 17 years of hiding from him. But the way he is currently makes me sad because of how his attitude has changed in many ways and how he has become a cold and cruel person to other people, as well as his office, which has become a dumping ground for garbage, how did your wife take care of you for the last '17 years Dum?"Miss, you have a call from your grandma," Mr. Cat said as he entered my room, carrying a phone in his hands.It forced me to stop what I was thinking and return to reality; I didn't know I had stopped moving since I was deep in thought. I kept arranging the clothing that were still on my bed without looking at Mr. Cat."Tell her I don't want to talk to her and that I'm sick of her lies!" In

Nisha’s POV When Isolabella entered Dum's room, she interrupted our moment together, which irritated me, but I was choosing to stay low in order to avoid potential attention from anyone. Because of what happened last night, I decided to stick by Dum's side and guard him from whoever wants him dead. When I returned from my apartment last night, I tried to ask grandmother why Dum was targeted, but Grandmother had no idea. All she knows is that someone wants to kill him because he is trying to investigate something in secret, which part I will have to figure out on my own as Dum's secretary. "I said, Let off of my arm!" Isolabella's unpleasant voice interrupted what I was thinking and brought me back to the matter at hand. Oh, yes, I was going to keep low, but I was becoming furious at her for repeating that she was Dum's wife, and it made my heart clench to the point that I couldn't bear hearing her say it in front of me any longer. Yeah, I was envious of her for having Dum as her hu

Nisha’s PovAs Dum began to apply the ointment to the burnt part of my hand, I noticed something moist on my cheeks, which bewildered me.Huh?"Why are you crying?" " Dum panicked when he saw my tears streaming from my eyes.I'm also not sure why I'm sobbing, silly tears why am I crying now when I don't want to shed tears?!"It's because I'm in pain when you apply the ointment on my hand, sir," I explained, making excuses.“Really? Why didn't you speak out in the first place? "Dum chastised me for not objecting that it was uncomfortable. "Anyway, just bear the discomfort, okay?" As Dum blew the part, he placed an ointment to reduce the ache I was experiencing.I've been tolerating the anguish for the past 17 years; why can't I bear it any longer? "Because it's humiliating?" " I answered Dum, feeling bashful in front of him.When Dum heard my response, he looked at me and said, "Why would experiencing painful be humiliating? It's not shameful when you're simply expressing yourself, an