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Chapter Seven: The Contract
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She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 128: Invincible and untraceable
Rafael walked through the hospital’s quiet night corridors with a numbness in his chest. The antiseptic smell was sharp, fluorescent lights humming overhead like too many eyes. He pushed past the automatic doors of the maternity wing, clutching his phone, his heart full of hope.His hand shook slightly. The new life waiting inside, the baby’s first cries–he’d imagined it all. He had practiced the words he would say to the new born. He reached for the room number on his phone’s screen. His boots made soft thuds on the tiles, each step echoing. Nurses with soft voices passed by, pushing carts, closing curtains around beds and speaking in hushed tones.The lullaby of monitors and ventilators in the distance, the occasional call over a PA system–“Stat to Room 16, Stat to Room 16,” “Need a nurse in pediatrics”–all signs he was close. He opened the door, expecting the smell of new skin, clean blankets, soft cries, the glow of a mother’s tired joy. Instead, he froze.There in a bed marked by
She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 127: Patience builds power
The night after Vittorio’s board meeting carried a strange silence through the mansion–the kind that felt heavy, like the air itself had weight. Isabelle sat in her private lounge, the wine on her glass untouched with her reflection quivering in the red liquid like a ghost. Her father had held a meeting. A strategic one, no doubt–filled with men who spoke her language of power and blood. Yet, she hadn’t been invited.She tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth twitching with restrained fury. “He had the meeting without me, Vincenzo?” She asked, her voice quiet, almost calm. Vincenzo stood a few feet away, hands folded respectfully in front of him. “Yes, Signora. The Don wanted to handle it privately.”“Privately?” Isabelle repeated, her tone sharpening like a blade drawn from its sheath. She turned her eyes toward him, cold and glimmering beneath the chandelier’s light. “Since when am I not part of private matters in this family? When did that fucking start? Ohhh, so I’m an
She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 126: Behind closed doors
The long oak table gleamed under the golden light of the chandelier, polished to perfection, yet marred by the weight of the men who sat around it. Cigars burned low in crystal ashtrays, their smoke curling lazily towards the ceiling, forming ghostly spirals that blurred the edges of the room. Vittorio sat at the head of the table–silent and immovable. His tailored suit was a perfect shade of charcoal, his cuff links glinting like silver eyes whenever he moved.The others watched him carefully, measuring their words, waiting for the smallest sign of approval or irritation. Behind him, two guards stood still as statues, hands folded neatly behind their backs. “We have the opportunity to take the De Luca territory now.” One of the older men said, breaking the silence. His voice was gravelly from years of smoke and betrayal.“Their financial network is weak, their alliances uncertain. All they have left is the loyalty of their foot soldiers. If we move fast—”“—We could take the northern
She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 125: Stress?
The night had finally gone still. Marco guided Alessa down the long corridor, away from the metallic scent of blood and the muffled screams that still echoed faintly behind closed doors. The air felt heavier the farther they walked, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. She didn’t speak, her pace was steady but slow. Her eyes were distant, fixed somewhere beyond the hallway.The earlier rage had left her hollow and her body was still trembling from the exhaustion that followed adrenaline. When they reached her quarters, Marco pushed open the door. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lamp near the bed. It cast long, soft shadows across the floor–a kind of quiet that felt almost foreign in a house built on chaos. “Sit.” He said.Alsssa hesitated then sank onto the edge of the bed. Her hand instinctively drifted to her abdomen again, pressing lightly against it. She tried to hide it but Marco saw. He stood for a moment just watching her. His suit jackets hung
She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 124: I said I’m fine...
The corridor leading to the lower chamber was quiet except for steady rhyme of their footsteps. The lights above flickered weakly, casting a pale, amber hue across the walls. The smell of smoke and gunpowder still clung to the air, mixed with the faint trace of iron from the night’s chaos. Alessa walked beside Marco, her jaw clenched and hands curled into fists.Every muscle in her body trembled with the kind of anger that came from helplessness. Their perfect plan–the carefully orchestrated party meant to reassert control–had turned into a massacre. Every gunshot, every scream from the ballroom still echoed in her mind. Marco said nothing, his thoughts just as heavy. The sound of his boots against the marble floor felt too loud in the silence.He had seen too many disasters, but this one had a bitter edge. Too many questions. Too many ghosts rising from the ashes. Then, without warning, Alessa froze. Her breath hitched. A sharp pain ripped through her abdomen like a blade twisting de
She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 123: A lead?
The room stank of iron and fear. Matteo hung between two men like a broken marionette, wrists tied behind him with blood dripping steadily from his lip. The flickering bulb overhead cast long shadows that made the walls look like they were closing in. His shirt was half torn, his once slicked hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.Every breath came out like a rasping plea. “Please,” he muttered with a shaky voice. “Please, I don’t know anything, I swear.” “Liar.” Isabelle spat. She stood in front od him, very inch of her painted in fury–hot fury. Her blood-stained arm was wrapped in a bandage from the earlier attack but she didn’t care. The wound only fueled her rage. Her men surrounded Matteo like wolves around a wounded prey.The sound of her heels echoed as she circled him slowly, her expression calm but her eyes blazing. “Do you know what you ruined? Do you fucking know?” She asked. Her tone was soft, dangerously calm. “My father’s name. His legacy. The entire family’s reputa
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