His Assassin's Love
“You don't get it. I want her to come. It's what I have always wanted for the past five years.”
Abel hiked a brow. “You still have feelings for her?”
I laughed. Hard.
“Feelings? Oh, please. I wanted her to escape so I could kill her myself.”
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The world blurred around me as I staggered into the mansion, my steps heavy, my mind fogged by whiskey and exhaustion. Abel’s words echoed in my skull, repeating like a damn mantra I couldn’t shake.
"She’s coming for you."
I chuckled bitterly, dragging a hand through my hair as I glanced around the massive, empty foyer of my home. It was a fortress, a symbol of power and success, an architectural marvel that the media couldn’t get enough of. A mas
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