Exposed After Six Failed Assassinations of the Alpha
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I'm an assassin for the Snicker pack, cold and relentless. My mission? Kill Alpha Ronan of a rival pack in three months.
Five attempts. Five failures. All thanks to my incompetent partner. One time, he even gave me an overtime drug. Pathetic.
The deadline was here, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him.
"I won't do it. Just let me die instead," I told my partner.
Silence. Days passed with no reply.
Then, on the final day, I found it-a secret buried deep in the mission......
Exposed After Six Failed Assassinations of the Alpha Chapter 1
When the pack solemnly gave me the order, I took it.
Stammer became the assassin of The Snicker Pack.
My target was Ronan.
The file said he was refined, cold, and composed.
But as I stood before this breathtakingly handsome yet clearly insane man, I couldn't help but question the accuracy of my partner's intel.
Help!
Can someone explain to him that I'm here to kill him, not confess my feelings?
He leaned in slightly, his voice low and deliberate as he whispered in my ear, "Did you just say your name is Stammer? When did you start liking me?"
No!
I tried again for the two hundredth time to explain: "I... I'm not... I'm not interested..."
Ronan's eyes lowered, his tone both surprised and touched, "Not interested? Could it be... love?"
"I-I..."
I nearly snarled, ready to snap back, "Love you, my ass!"
But before I could finish the words, Ronan interrupted with a smile that made my stomach twist:
"I LOVE YOU FOREVER?"
Ha.
I laughed.
It's true, when you're at a loss for words, sometimes you just laugh.
As I laughed, a single thought flashed in my mind.
"On a dark, windy night, the perfect time to kill."
I reached for my weapon-a glittering, oversized spoon I'd been hiding in my sleeve.
It was definitely going to be lethal.
Just as I was about to brandish it like the assassin I was,
"Ronan, who is this filthy woman? Why are you with her?"
I froze.
The unwelcome guest had arrived.
What a mess, what a glorious mess this was turning out to be.
Now.
Please, someone, mute the world. I need to process this betrayal.
My pack Alpha had given me three months to assassinate Ronan.
I thought that was more than enough time.
But no.
Two entire months just spent tailing him, waiting for the perfect moment, and now, finally, tonight, I had him alone.
It was supposed to be perfect.
God, it's all ruined.
I thought about taking them both out-killing them together.
But before I could make up my mind, Ronan suddenly grabbed my hand.
His eyes, dark with authority, turned cold as he spoke to the woman.
"Alice, stop following me."
Did you hear that?!
He told her to go!
"Leave! I beg you!"
Alice's eyes widened, her hands trembling as she pointed at me.
"Why? Why does she get to be with you?"
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Exposed After Six Failed Assassinations of the Alpha of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3
Chapter 4 Ch. 4
Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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From a disgraced Luna whose execution was already ordered by her gormless and ripe-for-the-picking Alpha of a husband, to becoming the long-lost princess of the revered witch empire, Xylia thought she'd finally thrown off hard luck.
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He wasn't planning to let go of the 'property' the Moon goddess had bestowed on him. War was nothing but a means to get Xylia to his side forever, even if he had to tread on a sea of carcasses.
From a dignified princess entitled to splendiferous things to a lowly maid in the Lycan realm, a despondent Xylia gets another surprise. Kyle has a twin with a vendetta against him?
And worst of all, that vindictive twin is also her mate?! Just how hair-raising were things going to get?
9.5
Frances survived a horrific car crash, only to return to a suffocating life. Her wealthy husband, Baron, and his domineering mother were now relentlessly pressuring her to adopt a "poor, distant relative" named Jagger as the heir to their billionaire empire.
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"The problem is solved."
A private investigator soon confirmed her worst nightmares. Jagger wasn't a charity case; he was Baron's illegitimate son. The family had been illegally funneling offshore money to fund his elite lifestyle. Worse, Baron's ultimate plan was to label Frances mentally unstable, lock her away in a Swiss sanatorium for life, and bring in Jagger's biological mother to take her place.
For years, Frances had played the perfect, obedient wife in their corporate marriage contract. How could they be so ruthlessly evil, plotting her agonizing death just to legitimize their dirty bloodline and steal her trust fund?
But she was no longer the fragile puppet they thought she was. At the high-stakes board meeting, with all eyes expecting her to submit, she put the expensive pen down.
"I refuse."
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9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.
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Remembering she spent the last year and a half there as that vampire's pet, his sex slave, under the false identity. And all the things he has done to her recall the awful pain, realizing she both hates and desires him.
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Aileen transmigrated into a dark, unfinished novel as the villainous, abusive wife of a powerful billionaire.
The moment she opened her eyes, her husband's calloused hand was crushing her throat, and her six-year-old stepson was pointing a box cutter at her face, screaming for her to die.
A cold system voice suddenly exploded in her brain, forcing a mandatory mission: save the villainous father and son, or face immediate death.
To survive the system's strict Out-Of-Character warnings, Aileen had to keep playing the role of the deranged, hateful wife.
She was despised by everyone. Her husband threatened to drag her to an asylum, and her terrified stepson scrubbed the floor with his own pajamas just to avoid her wrath.
Things escalated when the novel's original female lead publicly framed Aileen in Central Park, throwing herself onto the grass and clutching her pregnant belly.
"She pushed me. She tried to hurt the baby!"
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Aileen felt a bitter wave of exhaustion. She had discovered the original owner's hidden antipsychotic pills; the woman wasn't just evil, she was severely mentally ill and completely broken by this loveless marriage.
Yet, no one cared, and her husband would always choose to believe his childhood sweetheart's fake tears.
Since everyone in this world was convinced she was an unpredictable lunatic, she decided to give them exactly what they expected.
Aileen turned her back on the ridiculous scene, a cold smile forming on her lips.
She was going to stage a massive, undeniable psychological breakdown, using her "insanity" as the perfect shield to play the system and rewrite her fate.
