All Chapters of An Assassin For The Billionairess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

xRich people always cried pretty.At least that’s what years of watching them crumble or losing a loved one has taught me.Soft tears, controlled breaths, one hand delicately covering their faces so they could be “picture ready” even in tragedy.But Raina didn’t exactly fit the usual narrative. The moment her father hit the floor, she was already scrambling to him, kneeling on the floor beside himThe sound of her cries was raw, broken, stripped of every ounce of that icy composure she wore like armor.There was nothing graceful about it. No pretty tears. No poise.Just a daughter begging her father to breathe.I reached into my pocket and felt my chap stick. The thumb pressed the base, feeling the weight of the poison still intact— the poison I intended to use on Raina’s father.If I didn’t get to Robert Cole first, then who did? Did Silas assign someone else?As I stood there watching as the family doctor arrived, I felt nothing. No iota of pity for the old man.“Could someone pleas

I opened my eyes and got a face full of Raina’s hair. There were a lot of ways I planned to start my morning. Raina wrapped around me wasn’t one of themShe didn’t just cross the imaginary line SHE set, she was practically using my body as a pillow.Her hair was out of her bonnet and I tried to clear the coily strands from my face, pushing it behind her earsHer cheek was pressed over my heart, her leg thrown across mine.Her mouth was slightly open, a streak of dried saliva plastered at the corner.I had wanted to share a room with her. Separate rooms would’ve made this mission harder.The same room meant I could watch her, learn her habits, see when she left, when she slept…watched her every moment and know when to strike.And have a little fun while breaking her, watching her try not to fall apart around me. But I wasn't prepared for the warmth and softness of her body.I should push her off. My hands moved to shove her away but somehow ended up on her waist instead.She stirred a l

Every part of my body felt like they had a mind of their own—a mind being controlled by Kenneth. We had agreed to dress up separately so I got ready in the bathroom while he got ready in the room. The minute I came out of the bathroom, my eyes involuntarily scanned for him—I don’t know why—and I found him by the window, his back to me. Look away Raina, look away. My resistance dissolved as I traced his body with my eyes. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, his left arm, ink black up until the side of his neck. The ridges along his spine dipped and rose when he leaned forward, each movement pulling my attention lower than it had any right to go. I could tell exactly where my palms would fit if I ever lost my mind enough to touch him. My fingers immediately itched as he was about to cover up his body with his shirt. He rolled the sleeves just high enough to expose his forearms which had faint scars I didn’t ask about and veins that caught the light when he fle

People thought killing was loud and always required spilling blood. It didn’t .If you knew how the body worked, all you needed was timing, pressure, and the right conversation.And I was about to initiate the right conversation. Raina’s dad leaned right beside me at the edge of the terrace, one hand resting on the railing, the other wrapped around a glass he hadn’t finished. His breathing was steady—for now.“You don’t look like you enjoy crowds,” he said.“I don’t,” I replied.He smiled. “Raina gets that from me.”“She’s been carrying a lot,” he continued. “The wedding. The media. Investors who forget she’s human.”“She hides it well,” I said.“She always has.” He chuckled softly. “Funny thing about stress,” I said casually. “It never feels dangerous until it is.”Raina was watching us. I felt it before my eyes caught hers. He hummed in agreement. “That’s what the cardiologist said too.”I let the silence stretch, just long enough for his shoulders to settle.He raised his brows l

You excited?Those words had no right making my heart jump. Was it curiosity? Anticipation? Fear?Whatever it was, I refused to name it.I scoffed lightly, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. “I’ve never been excited by anything coming out of a man’s mouth.”His lips curved, like I had said something that pleased him “Since when did you not count me as a man?” his eyebrows shot up in fake offence. “When have I ever gotten excited over anything you said?” “You just don’t like admitting it when one gets under your skin.”I stepped closer, refusing to give him the satisfaction of cowering. “Men don’t get under my skin. They get in the way. Especially men like you."“Mm.” His gaze dropped briefly, then returned to my eyes. “Men like me?” I opened my mouth to retort.He beat me to it.“For forty-eight hours,” he said calmly, “none of your rules apply.”The words landed heavier than I expected.I stilled. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” His voice was even and controlled. “No calling me out.