Addicted To My Genius Assassin Wife
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My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne.
I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard.
But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power.
I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home?
"Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me.
I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk.
"I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."
Addicted To My Genius Assassin Wife Chapter 1
Julian POV
The autumn sunset bled across the Manhattan skyline, turning the Hudson River into a vein of liquid gold. From the floor-to-ceiling window of my Brooklyn Heights study, the city looked like a gothic cathedral—sharp, imposing, and entirely unforgiving.
I took a slow sip of my bourbon. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of old leather, dust, and the quiet discipline of a man waiting for a war.
A sharp knock broke the silence. My most trusted Soldier, Leo, stepped into the room. His hand hovered near the lapel of his tailored suit, close to his shoulder holster.
"We have a situation, boss," Leo said, his voice tight. "A girl is at the door. Says she has a delivery that can't wait. She brought a shadow with her."
I turned away from the window, setting my crystal glass on the immaculate mahogany desk. "Bring them in."
Leo stepped aside. The person who walked into my sanctum was not a hardened Capo or a rival assassin. It was a girl. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, dressed in unassuming dark clothes, but her eyes held the cold, dead weight of a veteran killer. Behind her loomed a mountain of a man, his face scarred and expressionless.
I let my gaze sweep over her, projecting the absolute authority of the Morgan bloodline. "You have three seconds to explain how you found this safe house before Leo puts a bullet in your guard's head."
The girl didn't flinch. She walked straight to my desk and tossed a tarnished silver coin onto the polished wood. It spun with a sharp metallic ring before landing flat. Engraved on its surface was a distinct, archaic symbol.
My jaw tightened. It was a token from 'The Professor'—the most elusive and dangerous information broker in the underworld.
"My name is Athena Wise," she said, her voice steady, devoid of any childish tremor. "But you can call me Nemesis. I am the last breathing heir of the Valenzuela family."
The Valenzuela family. Slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who now sat on the Chairman's seat of the Commission—the very seat that belonged to my murdered father.
"Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena," I said coldly, leaning against the edge of my desk. "What do you want?"
"I'm here to help you take back what's yours," she stated, holding my gaze with an intensity that demanded respect. "And burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."
I let out a low, humorless laugh. "A bold claim for a dead girl."
Athena didn't argue. She simply snapped her fingers. The giant behind her—Derek—stepped forward and placed a thick, black leather-bound ledger on my desk.
"Open it," she commanded.
I narrowed my eyes at her tone but flipped the cover open. The pages were filled with meticulous handwriting. Bank account numbers, shipping routes for bootleg liquor, the names of every corrupt judge and police captain on Kirkland's payroll, and the exact weaknesses of his top Capos. It was a blueprint for total annihilation. The sheer magnitude of the intelligence was staggering.
"The Professor's network is at your disposal," Athena continued, sensing the shift in the room's atmosphere. "But it comes with a price. Kirkland is moving to execute my last remaining loyal *Soldati* in less than seventy-two hours. I need an extraction. Tonight. I need your men, your Thompson submachine guns, and your cars."
I closed the ledger, the heavy thud echoing in the quiet study. She was offering me the keys to my kingdom in exchange for a suicide mission. It was a devil's bargain, and she knew exactly how desperate I was to avenge my father.
"You're asking me to start a war tonight," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous register.
"The war started the day Kirkland took your father's life," Athena countered flawlessly. "I'm just giving you the ammunition to end it."
I stared at this sixteen-year-old girl, realizing the terrifying potential she harbored. She wasn't just a survivor; she was a weapon forged in the same fire of betrayal that I was.
"Fine," I said, making the decision that would alter the fate of the New York underworld. I looked up at Leo. "Gather the men. Arm them to the teeth. We move out in two hours."
Leo nodded sharply. "Yes, Boss."
"One more thing," Athena interrupted, her eyes darkening. "Before we ride, I need to see the rat you're holding in your basement. Capo Moretti."
I studied her face, seeing the raw, unadulterated thirst for vengeance. Moretti was a former Valenzuela man who had sold them out to Kirkland.
"Follow me," I said, turning toward the hidden door that led to the holding cells. "Let's see what you do to traitors."
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Addicted To My Genius Assassin Wife of Contents
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8.0
BLURB
She had fought so hard to be able to bear her husband a child for years but all her efforts proved abortive and just when she thought that all her problems were finally over.
She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
But everything takes a drastic turn when she realizes the baby she is carrying doesn't belong to her husband, rather a cursed werewolf who could never have a child.
Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
8.1
At sterlinggate university, only one rule matters:
Monsters do not belong.
Yuna never meant to become one.
After being publicly humiliated by her boyfriend , Yuna's emotions spiral out of control, she had a tough encounter with her bully, Megan, triggering a secret she was never meant to awaken. She isn't just a werewolf.
She is a kitsune.
A nine-tailed fox believed to be extinct.
A creature every wolf has been trained to hunt.
When her transformation is exposed, the university goes into lockdown. Hunters flood the campus. Silver charms are distributed. And one order is made clear:
"Kill the kitsune".
The only person willing to protect her is Noah Phillips,the star wolf of the university... and the son of the chief hunter leading the execution.
As danger closes in and her powers grow harder to control, Yuna must choose:
hide and survive, or rise and fight back.
Because if the wolves discover the truth...
They won't just kill her.
They'll start a war.
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
8.9
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost.
When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust.
His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa.
When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight.
"My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together."
Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion.
The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids.
"Clean this up."
They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest.
I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy."
As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown.
I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday.
This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.
8.8
Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.
