The Two-Faced CEO’s Killer Girlfriend

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

“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