All Chapters of Silent Killer: A Dark Female Spy Romance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Approval?Love?No.She wanted confirmation that she wasn’t alone in the abyss.“You did well,” I told her, wiping the blood from her cheek with my thumb. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”My whole life, I’d never cared about women.But she was stirring up deep emotions within me I didn’t even know existed.It wasn’t a lie.6SABRINAThe days blurred together in a haze of violence and whispers.Viktor’s empire was vast, and he made sure I knew every dark corner of it.He showed me how to negotiate with fear, how to turn a threat into a weapon.“You’re too soft,” he told me once, his voice like a razor slicing through the fog in my head. “Hesitation is a weakness. If you hesitate, you die.”I didn’t hesitate anymore.The first few times, I convinced myself it was survival.Viktor had saved me, pulled me from the wreckage of my old life.I owed him.But the truth was simpler and far more terrifying: I liked it.I liked the power, the way people’s eyes widened in fear when they saw m

She nodded, but the hesitation was there, a flicker of resistance I couldn’t ignore.“You’ve given up so much,” I continued, my thumb tracing circles on her wrist. “But there’s still more to lose. Are you ready for that?”Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought she might crumble.But she didn’t.“Yes,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m ready.”It was a lie, of course.But lies were the foundation of our empire.16SABRINAThe price of power wasn’t just blood.It was everything.My morality, my identity, my soul—all of it had been stripped away, piece by piece.And yet, I couldn’t leave.I didn’t know how.Viktor had become my anchor, the only constant in a world of chaos.I hated him for it, but I needed him.I wondered if he felt the same.17VIKTORShe was mine, completely and utterly.But I knew the truth.No matter how tightly I held her, no matter how deeply I pulled her into my darkness, there was always the risk that she would break free.And if she did…I would destroy h

At first, I told myself it was innocent curiosity.I wasn’t looking for anything specific.I just wanted to understand him, to find some piece of him he hadn’t chosen to show me.But as my fingers grazed over the surface of the desk, as I opened the first drawer and began sifting through its contents, I realized it wasn’t curiosity driving me.It was suspicion.The first few drawers held nothing of note: pens, notebooks, a set of keys.I moved to the filing cabinet next, the faint metallic click of the handle echoing in the stillness.My pulse quickened as I pulled out the first folder, then the second.Each one was filled with innocuous documents—contracts, financial records, things I couldn’t make sense of even if I tried.I almost gave up.Almost.Then I saw it.A plain manila folder, buried at the bottom of a drawer, so unassuming it might have gone unnoticed if I hadn’t been searching so carefully.I hesitated, my fingers hovering over it.Something about the way it was tucked aw

For the first time, I didn’t see the man I had fallen for.I saw the predator.The manipulator.The monster.His face was unreadable, but his eyes flickered—just for a moment.“You don’t understand what you’re talking about.”“I understand perfectly,” I spat. “You used me. Like you used them. You made me believe I was special, that I meant something to you. But I was just another pawn in your game, wasn’t I?”His silence was answer enough.34VIKTORShe was spiraling, unraveling before my eyes.I could see it in the way her hands clenched the edge of the desk, her knuckles white.The way her breathing quickened, shallow and erratic.I had anticipated this moment.Planned for it.But seeing her like this—so raw, so fractured—stirred something in me I didn’t recognize.“Sabrina,” I said, stepping closer. “You’re overthinking this. You’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment.”Her laugh was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.“You’re unbelievable. Even now, you think you ca

39VIKTORShe was unraveling again.I could see it in the way she avoided my gaze, the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.But I wasn’t worried.I had broken her before, and I could do it again.This wasn’t love—what we had.Love was weak, a fleeting emotion that crumbled under pressure.What we had was power.Control.And she was mine, body and soul.I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear.“Don’t forget who you are, Sabrina.”Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw defiance.But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the same vacant expression I had come to expect.“Of course not,” she whispered.I smiled, satisfied.40SABRINAThat night, as I lay beside him in the dark, I stared at the ceiling and tried to remember my name.Not the one he called me.Not the version of myself he had created.But the real one.My real name before my fake identity of Sabrina, before the mission.The one I had lost somewhere along the way.But no matter