All Chapters of KISS ME BEFORE YOU KILL ME: The Assassin and the Hybrid heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Marcus Blackwood had a problem. And the problem’s name was Noah Vale. Marcus stood in the dark apartment across the street from ValeTech Tower, one hand resting on the windowsill as he watched the building like a hunter studying prey. Thirty-two floors up, lights burned in the CEO office. Noah was still there. Of course he was. Marcus had already read the man’s entire schedule twice tonight. The youngest CEO in ValeTech history worked like he had something to prove to the entire world. But that wasn’t the part bothering Marcus. No. What bothered him was the way Noah had looked at him in the garage last night. Not afraid, or confused, he was f**king looking at me closely. ******** Marcus had spent his whole life around fear. Humans usually sensed something dangerous about him even if they didn’t understand why. But Noah Vale? The man had leaned closer. Like he wanted to see the monster better, he was fearless if I must say. Marcus exhaled slowly and opene

Noah’s POV If someone had told me that the next time I’d see Marcus Blackwood would be in a dark underground club at midnight, I would’ve laughed in their face. And yet there I was. The place was loud, packed, and dripping with the kind of reckless energy people came looking for when they wanted to forget who they were for a few hours. *********** The red lights pulsed across the room. Music very loud through the floor like a second heartbeat. Bodies moved together on the dance floor, sweat and perfume mixing in the thick air. ******** Ethan had dragged me here. “Bro, you need a life outside your penthouse and boardroom,” he’d said earlier while practically shoving a jacket into my hands. So now here I was, leaning against the bar in my black Gucci sweatpants and a dark hoodie, watching strangers kissing,grinding against each other like the world might end tomorrow. Ethan disappeared onto the dance floor five minutes later. Typical of my Buddy Ethan. I took a slow sip of wi

The Vale family knew how to throw a party, and it’s very extravagant. A Vale gala was the kind of event people talked about for months after it ended. The kind where politicians, billionaires, celebrities, and investors all gathered under the same apartment, pretending they didn’t secretly hate each other. *********** The ballroom of the Vale estate looked like something pulled straight out of a movie. Crystal lights shimmered from the high ceiling. A string quartet played softly near the balcony. Waiters moved smoothly through the crowd carrying trays of champagne and expensive wine. Everything was polished,very Elegant and perfect. Which was exactly why Noah Vale hated it. He stood behind a velvet curtain near the stage, adjusting the cuff of his black suit like it had personally offended him. “I swear,” Noah muttered, “if I survive tonight, I’m banning galas from the company forever. Behind him, Ethan his bestie laughed. “You say that every year.” “Because every year I me

My knees hit the hardwood with a thud that vibrated up my spine. I was the CEO of a billion-dollar empire. I fired people before my morning coffee. I ran boardrooms like a small god. But looking up at Marcus Blackwood from the floor, none of that mattered. The power I spent years building felt like a house of cards, and Marcus was the gale-force wind ready to blow it all down. The shame should have been crushing. I should have felt disgusted, being ordered around like a dog in my own home. But instead, the knot that had been tightening in my chest for thirty years finally snapped, I love this feeling. I’d spent my whole life being the "Perfect Vale." No scandals, no slips, no dirt. I kept my kinks locked behind a high-security vault in my head, dreaming of someone who could actually handle the dark shit I craved for even my Friend Ethan doesn’t know this ,i wanted the control taken. I wanted the weight of the world off my shoulders, even if it meant being at the mercy of the man se

The door of La Marée swung open, letting in a rush of cool evening air. My head snapped up. My heart was already ten steps ahead of my brain, it was hopeful, reckless, and beating so hard I was sure the waiter could hear it. For a split second, the entire restaurant went dead silent. I expected him,I expected a man who matched the dark, intoxicating energy of those late-night texts. But it wasn't him,I sighed. It was just a couple. They brushed past the host, laughing too loudly, completely oblivious to the way my chest was suddenly caving in. The man caught my eye as they walked past. "Evening, Mr. Vale," he nodded, some mid-level executive I’d probably crushed in a deal two years ago. "Evening," I replied automatically, my voice flat. I swallowed hard, forcing my shoulders to drop. The disappointment didn't just hurt; it tightened around my ribs like a vice. I looked back at my table. The glass of $400 Bordeaux sat completely untouched. The empty chair across from me fe