Semua Bab KILLER: Bab 11 - Bab 20

~Reina~My head was still spinning from the blackout I suffered last night. Just when I thought I was in control, I let my guard down—that's when the blow to my head knocked me out cold.As I opened the door, I was greeted by an angry face—Luciano's wife. Her fiery eyes drilled into me, arms crossed in a way that spoke of barely restrained fury. At least he had the decency to drop me off."Young lady, where the fuck have you been? You think this is a joke?!" she roared, every word dripping with venom. "Don't you ever think you can just leave and come back whenever you want, because, oh, you are so fucking clueless and wrong!"Her voice echoed through the room, each syllable sharper than the last. I could see her body trembling, her hands clenched into fists, and her face flushed with anger. It wasn’t just the words—her whole presence was a storm ready to tear me apart.Her words didn’t faze me for a moment. Who does she think she is? Acting like she has any authority over me, like she

~Reina~The morning was calm, but it felt wrong. Eight hours until the ball—until everything unraveled.I stood by the window, watching the world move as if nothing loomed ahead. The ball would shine with elegance, but beneath the masks and gowns, plans were already in motion.Eight hours. Not enough time to stop it, but too much time to think.I got up from the bed and took my bath after which I wore a short and just some casual wear. I walked downstairs to get something to eat and I was met with a new face."Who the fuck are you?" I questioned with a bit of authority laced around my tongue."I am Rose ma'am, the new cook and maid" she answered with her head slightly lowered."What would you like you eat?""Just pancakes with whipped cream over it and strawberries to go along with it" I said happily."Okay, ma'am," she said with a nod, focusing on the task in front of her.I sighed, leaning against the table. The sound of sizzling filled the air, but watching her cook quickly lo

~Reina~I stormed out, the sound of my heels clicking sharply against the pavement, drowning out everything else. Marilyn and her mom trailed behind, their footsteps hesitant, as if they too knew this was a battle I had to fight alone. No one tried to stop me, not even a glance exchanged in my direction. I had already said everything I needed to, and now there was nothing left but the quiet storm building inside me. I could feel the weight of their expectations, the silent judgment that only pushed me further away. This was my fight—no one else’s.The cool breeze hit my skin with a jolt, sharp enough to make me pause for a second. Goosebumps spread across my arms, the sensation almost grounding me as I tried to shake off the lingering heaviness of the building behind me. I exhaled slowly, the breath deep enough to steady my nerves, then pushed forward. My steps were deliberate, the crunch of gravel beneath my shoes the only sound cutting through the silence. By the time I reached the

~Reina~The tension between us hung heavy in the silence, the hum of the car engine the only sound filling the air. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, my eyes tracing the blurred outlines of buildings zipping past. They became nothing more than abstract shapes, their lights smearing like paint on a canvas—anything to distract me from his presence.I could feel his eyes flick toward me every so often, but I refused to turn. Why would I? Just looking at him made my skin crawl with frustration. The man I’d once planned to kill now sat inches away, legally bound to me by some twisted arrangement.The car slowed as we approached the mansion, its towering gates opening with mechanical precision. My pulse quickened as I took in the grand estate—the same estate I had infiltrated, the same estate where I had aimed to end his life. And now, this place was my home. He was my husband.The absurdity of it all clawed at me, a cruel joke the universe had played at my expense.“Get out” he

Marco's Pov "You know full well I’m not going to tell you anything," she said, her tone as sharp as a blade. Her words were deliberate, each one meant to cut deep. "I don’t work with anyone. I work by myself, for myself, and that’s how it stays. Got it?"She leaned back, arms crossed, her eyes narrowing with a glint of amusement that only added fuel to my frustration. That smug smile spread across her face—a blend of mockery and self-assuredness that made me grit my teeth. It wasn’t just the words that got under my skin; it was the way she said them, like she was daring me to push back, knowing full well she’d already won whatever invisible game we were playing."You can keep asking, though," she added, tilting her head slightly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It’s entertaining, watching you try so hard to get something you’re never going to have."That smile, that damn smile—it wasn’t just irritating. It was the kind of smile that made you question if she was mocking you or if sh