เข้าสู่ระบบNaomi Belle was raised in the shadows—an elite assassin whose name alone made the underworld flinch. But after uncovering the truth about her stolen past, and a slight problem, she walks away from blood and darkness to return home… only to discover her parents are alive and she has an overprotective brother who think she’s an angel. Unfortunately, Naomi’s idea of “gentle and well-behaved” involves resisting the urge to snap necks when irritated. Keeping her secret identity hidden is hard enough—until a nosy, sharp-eyed businessman named Stephen Smith literally catches her red-handed. Instead of exposing her, Stephen starts teasing his way into her double life—and her guarded heart. His relentless humor, maddening charm, and inconveniently golden personality chip away at Naomi’s killer instincts, one smirk at a time. But love doesn’t erase danger. The underworld hasn’t forgotten its deadliest recruit, and Naomi’s family and Stephen become perfect leverage. Between keeping her halo straight for her brother and hiding a gun under her cardigan, Naomi will have to decide which identity to protect—and who she’s willing to kill for when both worlds collide.
ดูเพิ่มเติมI walked back into the shared room defeated. My pride had packed its bags and left me a few minutes ago. "Weren't you sleeping in another room? Why're you back so soon?" Damien asked, eyes glued to his book like he wasn't the reason my peace fled the empire. I narrowed my eyes. "Did a thief break into the bedchambers?! Why did all the other beds in the palace disappear?" I huffed. He barely reacted. "Maybe grandma did that." Of course. That crafty old matriarch. She wanted heirs — tiny soldiers crawling around soon. But I never thought she would be this tactically ruthless. I truly underestimated the political warfare of this dynasty. I had no choice. My soldiers... my reinforcements... my spare bedding... slain. I wrapped myself aggressively in the quilt and laid at the very edge of the bed, fortifying my border. There'd be no invasion tonight. "We've slept together before. Is doing that really necessary?" Damien asked. "Turn off the lanterns. I want to sleep now," I ordered.
I watched carefully as Damien's mother fed Queen Mother the medicine crafted by the physician I found — the herbs we bought with Damien's ridiculous money-battling at that auction. The potion smelled bitter but held power; I could feel it. "After the queen mother drinks this medicine not only will it cure her illness but also extend her life quality." the doctor assured. Damien's mom let out a breath she'd been holding for days. "That's wonderful! Thank you doctor! You're the only one who has truly saved this family. Name any price." The physician shook her head immediately. "No need, Mrs Woods translated my medical book in exchange for treatments. This was our agreement. I'm not greedy." Oh. So she was impressed after all. As she should be. "I'll head back to the mountain now." "I'll escort you back," I said automatically. She held up a hand. "No need. This is the rest of the medicine I've made with the materials you've brought. It's life saving." She handed me a small sack
"Mr and Mrs Masterson, fancy meeting you here," Bosley said, smug as sin, his eyes lingering on Billie a moment too long. I felt Billie relax at my side. Her thoughts snapped: 'It's no coincidence. He's here to cause trouble along with Elaine.' Of course he was. "I heard your grandmother was sick. Shame there's some great items here tonight— I bet you'd want them a lot," Bosley said. "I'll make sure to snatch everything away." Billie crossed her arms, chin raised like she was about to declare war on him. "You think you can compete with my husband? How foolish. Compared to him you're just a firefly trying to outshine the moon." My brows rose. Am I that great in her eyes, huh? Damn my natural charm. She wasn't done. "You're barely worth mentioning," she hissed. "You—" Bosley sputtered. "You what? You're despicable," Billie snapped. "Back in the day I would have dragged you out and thrown you into an oven for punishment." Alice's eyes flew wide. Elaine quickly stepped forward
Holden and Mom hovered like skittish sparrows beside Grandma's bed. The room felt too small for all the noise—beeping monitors, sharp breaths, people holding their tempers like any attitude could be bad for us. "Can she really find that doctor?" Alice asked me as we waited for her. "It's been three hours already." "She can do anything," Holden insisted. Since when was he such a supporter? He'd better redirect his eyes. The door eased open. Elaine led in a nervous, smiling man—older, oily, the type who smelled like he might be homeless. "What are you doing here Elaine?" Alice huffed as Elrond walked into grandma's room followed by an older man. Elaine—too calm, too practiced—answered before I could. "I heard grandma was sick. This is doctor Moeller the elusive doctor who can cure anything. I think he can definitely help her out," she said. I raised a brow. "He can save my grandma?" "That's right, he's a descendent of famous doctors as well and has the medical skills. You can loo
The bowl was hot enough to scald my fingerprints off, but I pretended not to care — dignity before nerve endings. I set it down on the nightstand with a dull clink and tried to sound like someone who wasn't two seconds away from passing out. "You haven't eaten for a bit," I said, dragging the spoo
Edward's voice started up like a broken record I couldn't swivel away from. "She's a lot smarter than I gave her credit for. You should really learn a thing or two from your wife bro, she definitely knows when to bow her head and avoid an unnecessary fight. And you have the nerve to say you'll look
I don't remember who swung first, only that the table went over and my hand connected with Jennie's face like it had been waiting for the chance all night. Her hair whipped sideways, a perfect red blur, and I caught a handful of it before she could retreat. "You ungrateful bitch!" I shouted, hitti
The motherfucker hadn't eaten for the last three days — well, five days really — but luckily not much food went to waste. I still wondered if he was hungry or if he was staging a hunger strike to frame me for abuse. Shit. Is he trying to die? I pushed the bedroom door open and checked his breathin
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