All Chapters of She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in sync with Sophia racing heart as she sat stiffly in the clinic's waiting room. The antiseptic scent that filled the air was familiar, yet it still made her stomach turn. Her fingers gripped the crumpled patient form in her lap, and the words "gestational period: 12 weeks" stared back at her like a harsh reality check.Her phone buzzed violently in her Gucci handbag, making her jump. The sudden vibration was startling in the quiet waiting area, and she could feel the nurse's disapproving look on her. Sophia tried to open the bag, her manicured nails caught on the gold hard material that was on the bag’s clasp. When she finally pulled out her phone, the caller ID indicated it was not a saved contact. An Unknown Caller.Her thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating. These days, unidentified calls usually meant trouble - her father's men checking in or Isabella and her associates with another stern warning. The phone vibrated again as if it

The sound of the rain was heavy outside the window of her cramped apartment. Elena Conti, a journalist investigating the mafia’s influence in Philadelphia. She sat in front of her computer, the rhythmic sound of her fingers tapping away on the keyboard synchronized with the sound of the rain battering on the window. Her apartment was very disorganized, mirroring the kind of life she lived, a life of chaos, the life of a woman who was always busy digging deep. There was a cup of coffee on the table, leftover biscuits, and dirty notepads.Elena Conti was no ordinary journalist. While other reporters chased stories that could make the headlines for only a day and be forgotten by the morrow, she dug and chased after stories that could get her killed. Stories that were worth telling even after years.Her dark brown eyes behind the thin framed glasses she always wore for her eye problems other than for fashion examined the documents displayed on her desktop monitor, digital breadcrumbs she

Marco grip on his phone tightened as Matteo’s message burned into his vision. Your father is dead. The words were simple. Final. No explanation, no warning… just the cold, abrupt declaration of an ending. For a moment, Marco didn’t move. He could not move even if he tried. His father had been a constant, a force as unshakable as the foundations of La Signori Della Notte itself. And now, in the worst possible moment, he was just… gone. Marco exhaled sharply, his eyes stinging with tears he hadn’t realized he’d been holding back. His hands trembled as he unlocked his phone and dialed Matteo. The line connected instantly. “Where is he?” Marco demanded, voice rough. “He died In his bed. A maid found him not long ago,” Matteo replied. The call ended as abruptly as it began. Marco snatched his car keys, strode into his room, and yanked on vintage pants and an oversized sweatshirt. Within minutes, he was out of the penthouse, the elevator doors sealing shut behind him. His mind reeled.