My Unwanted Wife Is A Top Assassin
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.
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Chapter 2
The wedding day felt like a state funeral.
Eliza sat before a gilded mirror in a dressing room at the Malone estate. The room was opulent, suffocating in its luxury. A makeup artist worked diligently, applying layers of foundation like spackle over a crumbling wall. It couldn't hide the acne, but it created the illusion of a smooth surface.
In the reflection, a stranger stared back. A woman in a white dress that was far too expensive for the body it contained.
The door opened and her cousin, Hephzibah Pruitt, glided in. She was one of the bridesmaids, dressed in a pale gold gown that highlighted her slim figure and sun-kissed skin. Her smile was bright, brittle, and utterly fake.
"Eliza, honey. You look... presentable," she said, her eyes doing a quick, dismissive scan. "Who would have thought? A girl from the trailer park, landing Julian Malone."
Eliza didn't respond. She simply watched her cousin in the mirror. Nyx's training kicked in, analyzing the micro-expressions. The slight tremor in the corner of Hephzibah's smile. The way her eyes darted towards the door. She was nervous. And malicious.
"The makeup artist can take a break," Hephzibah announced, waving a dismissive hand. "I have a special gift for the bride."
Once they were alone, Hephzibah produced a small, exquisitely wrapped box. She opened it to reveal a limited-edition pressed powder compact.
"Every bride needs a little touch-up," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sincerity. "Let me do it for you. To make you absolutely radiant."
She opened the compact. As the lid lifted, no unusual scent emerged, only the cloying floral perfume of the powder. But Nyx's senses, trained to perceive the imperceptible, detected a subtle shift in the air pressure around the compact, a faint shimmer of airborne particles under the light that betrayed the presence of a weaponized agent. It was BZ, an odorless military-grade hallucinogen designed to be undetectable to the common person.
The plan was simple. Make her have a psychotic break at the altar. Turn the sham wedding into a complete circus, cementing her as a lunatic in the eyes of the world.
Eliza let a slow, greedy smile spread across her face, a perfect imitation of the girl she was supposed to be. "Oh, wow. That's so expensive. For me?"
She took the compact, her fingers brushing against Hephzibah's.
A flicker of triumphant contempt crossed her cousin's face. "Of course, honey. Only the best for you today."
Hephzibah took the powder puff, dabbing it generously. She leaned in, her smile widening as she brought the puff towards Eliza's cheek.
In that instant, Eliza moved.
Her hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around Hephzibah's wrist like a steel clamp. The motion was a blur, impossibly fast for a body of her size.
Hephzibah gasped, a yelp of pain escaping her lips. The powder puff fell from her nerveless fingers.
"What are you doing?" she stammered, her eyes wide with shock and fear.
Eliza smiled, but it was Nyx's smile. Cold, sharp, and devoid of all warmth. "A gift this nice," she said, her voice a low, chilling whisper, "it would be a shame for you not to try it first, cousin."
With a smooth, powerful twist, she turned Hephzibah's hand back on itself. She picked up the powder puff with her other hand and, before her cousin could scream, pressed it firmly against Hephzibah's powdered cheek, smearing a thick, chalky white streak across her skin.
The door swung open again. Hephzibah's mother, Temperance, swept in with a gaggle of other relatives, their faces arranged in practiced, polite smiles.
The smiles vanished.
They saw Eliza, the trailer park girl, gripping a whimpering Hephzibah's wrist, her face a mask of what looked like pure aggression.
"What is the meaning of this?" Temperance shrieked, rushing forward. She began clawing at Eliza's arm. "You ungrateful lunatic! How dare you attack my daughter after she was kind enough to help you!"
Eliza let go, stumbling back as if pushed. She arranged her face into an expression of fear and confusion, playing the part of the overwhelmed, bullied girl.
"She's crazy!" Hephzibah sobbed, running to her mother. "She just attacked me for no reason!"
A chorus of accusations filled the room. "Violent." "Trash." "She doesn't deserve to be here."
Eliza stood silently and watched.
Then, it began.
Hephzibah's eyes went glassy. A slow, silly grin spread across her face. She giggled. Then she pointed a shaking finger at a gilded mirror.
"The walls," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and terror. "The walls are crawling with snakes."
The drug had taken hold.
The room fell silent. Hephzibah began to scream, tearing at the bodice of her bridesmaid dress, babbling about spiders in her hair. She shoved her own mother away, calling her a monster with a thousand eyes.
It was a complete psychotic breakdown, happening in real-time.
Eliza calmly bent down and picked up the fallen powder compact. She looked at Temperance, whose face had drained of all color. The woman understood. She understood what her daughter had tried to do, and she understood the terrifying precision of Eliza's response.
Eliza walked over to the estate's head of security, who had been drawn by the commotion. She handed him the compact.
"I think," she said, her voice perfectly level, "you should have this tested."
She turned back to the mirror, adjusted a stray piece of hair, and smoothed the front of her wedding dress. When she looked up, every person in the room was staring at her. The disdain was gone. In its place was a new, raw, and unmistakable emotion.
Fear.
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7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
7.2
SYNOPSIS:
"I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight, you'll scrub mine."
Elara Vance has always been the pride the Republic until she ran away from home, fell in love with Greene Jones, a man who treated her like dirt and discarded her like she was never the girl the entire Republic feared because of her strong dominating pheromones.
Now she's back after twelve years to serve revenge to Greene Jones like a hot dish in a way that he will pay for every act meted out on her for twelve years. But things wasn't going to go as planned as she meets Silas, the handsome bulky head of her father's security but a recessive omega of her past that she has totally forgotten but now wears a new stance as her bodyguard, recognized by the entire republic as an Alpha, and her perfect chosen mate, Calvin; ruining the comeback and revenge she planned out for herself and now she has to think about saving and claiming her mate, Silas while navigating and protecting the seat meant for her.
The real question becomes; will Calvin ever allow her take all it took him twelve years to build?
THEME: The true definition of power. Is it found in the biological dominance of an Alpha, or in the resilience of an Omega who survived in the lion's den?
9.6
When a global anomaly awakens dormant powers within them, a neuroscientist, a physicist, and an artist discover they are connected by a force that defies time itself. Mert sees the memories of strangers. Elena witnesses the fabric of reality crack. Kai paints symbols from a past he never knew. Thrown together by fate, they are not alone. Across the globe, others are awakening too-gifted with extraordinary abilities. But they are not the only ones. A powerful cabal-a ruthless financier, a tech mogul, and a charismatic influencer-sees the anomaly not as a warning, but as a weapon. Their ambition shatters the timeline, scattering the group across history: from the smog-choked streets of Victorian London to a transhumanist future, and into a terrifying parallel present. Broken into three teams, the group must hunt their enemies through time itself. To survive, they must master their new powers and forge bonds of love and loyalty strong enough to bend the laws of physics. Their final battle will not be fought in any single era, but at the crossroads of all realities, where the key to existence-the very heart of time-is at stake.
8.2
In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual.
But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum.
If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me.
The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother.
I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders.
So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition.
"I will only ever take one mate."
And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap.
"Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."
7.1
After three years of marriage, Kasie's husband forced her to sign a divorce agreement leaving her with nothing.
He destroyed her academic career just to protect his adopted sister, Calista, from a lab accident she had caused.
Forced to return to her hometown, Kasie found her biological family had also been completely brainwashed by Calista.
Her brothers dragged her to a clinic to donate bone marrow for Calista's fake illness.
When Kasie struggled, they pushed her down the stairs, breaking her arm, while her ex-husband watched and called her pathetic.
They tore up her only job offer. When she was attacked by a drunk in an alley, her own brother drove right past her desperate screams just to answer Calista's phone call.
The final blow came when Calista stole Kasie's life's work, published the research as her own, and cried on national television.
"My own sister... she was jealous. She tried to claim my research as her own."
Penniless, publicly ruined, and evicted by her own brothers, Kasie was thrown out into a mob of angry reporters.
She didn't understand why her own flesh and blood treated her like a monster, or why Calista's fake tears were worth more than Kasie's actual life.
But as she unlocked the door to a secret apartment she had rented years ago—the one safe haven they didn't know about—the tears finally stopped.
She had nothing left to lose, which meant it was time to make them pay.