All Chapters of She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sophia was curled up on the velvet couch near the wise windows of Marco’s mansion, her soft laughter carrying across the quiet room. For once, her voice sounded lighter, even playful as she chatted with an old friend over the phone. It was rare these days for her to feel any semblance of normalcy–too much had been stolen from her, too many scars left unhealed–but in that moment, she was just a young woman catching up with someone who reminded her of a world outside betrayal, blood and vengeance. The laughter died quickly when her phone buzzed with the familiar tone of a new email. Without even excusing herself from the call, she tapped it open expecting some trivial newsletter or bank notification. Instead the subject line froze her blood in her veins: “We have your mother.”Her hands shook as she opened it fully. The message was brief and brutal. No names, no explanations–just a warning that her mother was alive, being held captive and if Sophia wanted to see her again, she must co

The mansion was silent but in Alessa’s chest there was noise. It roared like thunder in her ears as she sat slumped against the marble counter of the bar, her fingers curled tight around the neck of a half-empty bottle. One by one, the glasses had lined up before her filled and drained, The edges smeared with the faintest trace of lipstick.She wasn’t keeping count. She didn’t care. Her throat burned with every swallow but the fire of the liquor was easier to endure than the fire inside her heart. Sophia’s face kept flashing before her eyes–the defiance in it, the desperation and then the hollow, sickening memory of arriving too late. The warehouse floor. The broken phone. Isabelle’s victory.If only she’d been stronger. Faster. Smarter. The thought chased itself in circles until her vision blurred. She pressed the heel of her palm against her forehead but it did nothing to stop the ache. Her legs trembled as she stood, staggering toward the window.The city lights beyond shimmered i

The chamber was dimly lit, the long oak table stretching across the room like a scar. Around it, the men of the Vittorio clan sat in sharp suits, their faces hard and unreadable. The air smelled of cigars and old whiskey. The heavy curtains were drawn tight against the night. Papers lay scattered across the polished surface, maps of territories, ledgers filled with numbers and the faint gleam of pistols resting casually at the elbows of men who had long grown used to violence as part of business. At the head of the table sat Vittorio, the patriarch, his presence filled the room even in silence.His silver hair caught the glow of the chandelier above, his sharp eyes moving from one man to the next, weighing each without a word. He didn’t need to speak to command the room–his silence was enough to keep them leaning forward, waiting.The heavy doors creaked open and all heads turned. Isabelle strode in, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her expression composed but with that f

The glow of Alessa’s phone screen cast sharp shadows across her face as she scrolled through the breaking news. Her breath caught as the headline burned across the screen: “Prince of Iran Assassinated in Italy–Terrorist Factions Swear Retribution.” Beneath it ran shaky footage, grainy clips of black flags being waved, of masked men shouting until cameras, of the Iranian terrorist network promising fire and blood unless justice was delivered. Her chest tightened. She knew the truth before the reporters did: Isabelle. That devil had signed not only her death warrant but had dragged them all into the fallout. This wasn’t a turf war anymore. This was bigger. Global.Alessa set the phone down with more force than she intended. The glass of wine she has been nursing tipped, crimson liquid spilling across the marble table like fresh blood. She didn’t care. Rising from her chair, she crossed the balcony where Marco was leaning against the rail with a cigarette between his fingers and his e

The sunlight filtering through the tall glass windows of the dining hall bathed everything in a golden glow. For once, the mansion didn’t feel like a fortress–it felt like a home. Alessa sat at the head of the table, her eyes moving fondly between Marco and Rafael. Marco had always carried the weight of command, his face hardened by years of violence and betrayal. But today, something was different.His posture was more relaxed, his gaze softer as he listened to his younger brother. Rafael, though still pale from his ordeal, was animated. His hands gestured as he told some story from his youth. Alessa watched the two of them, her heart swelling. Seeing Marco, the ruthless man feared across the cities, gently teased Rafael about the way he struggled to sit upright–this was a side of him few had ever witnessed.She loved him fiercely in moments like this when his armor slipped and his humanity shone through. “You two.” She said with a smile, shaking her head, “are finally starting to lo