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 3
The walk down the aisle was a walk through a field of silent judgment.
The drama in the dressing room had been swiftly contained. Hephzibah was discreetly escorted away, her sudden "illness" attributed to a bad reaction to shellfish. But whispers followed Eliza like a shadow as her father, Earl, walked her across the perfectly manicured lawn.
She saw him standing by the floral arch. Julian. He was in his formal military dress uniform, a cascade of medals on his chest. He looked impossibly handsome, and as cold and remote as a distant star.
When her father placed her hand in Julian's, his touch was brief, his fingers cool and stiff. It was like handling a live grenade.
The ceremony was a farce. Julian recited his vows in a clipped, monotone voice, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere over her shoulder. He was completing a mission, nothing more.
When the officiant asked, "Do you, Julian, take this woman..." he paused. The silence stretched for a full five seconds. The air grew thick with tension. Every guest held their breath.
Finally, he spoke, the two words sounding like a death sentence.
"I do."
When it was her turn, Eliza answered immediately, her voice clear and steady. It was a business transaction. She was confirming the terms.
He slid the ring onto her finger with a rough, impatient movement. The kiss was a brief, bloodless press of lips against hers, over before it truly began.
At the reception, the fragile peace shattered.
Beatrice Malone cornered her son near the champagne fountain, her voice a furious, sibilant whisper that carried across the lawn. Eliza stood alone, an island in a sea of hostility, watching the confrontation.
"You cannot let this stand, Julian! You will not allow this... this creature to carry the Malone name for one day longer than necessary!"
Beatrice's voice rose, shedding any pretense of discretion. "I will not have it! If you don't have your lawyers start the annulment process by Monday, I will freeze your trust fund. You won't see another dime."
Julian's father, Harrison, stood beside his wife, his expression a tacit agreement. "This marriage is a political liability, son. A liability we must neutralize."
Julian's face was a thundercloud. He despised Eliza, but the raw, controlling power of his mother's threat clearly infuriated him. The Malone family was imploding in public, and the guests were eating it up, their eyes wide with morbid curiosity.
That's when Brenda Solis moved.
She marched across the lawn, her jaw set, her cheap dress looking like armor. She planted herself in front of Beatrice, a small, fierce lioness protecting her cub.
"My daughter," Brenda said, her voice shaking but firm, "is Mrs. Malone now. It's legal. It's done."
Beatrice let out a laugh that sounded like breaking glass. "Legal? My dear woman, in our world, the law is merely a suggestion."
Brenda took a deep breath. She pulled out her worn smartphone. "Maybe the law is," she said, her voice suddenly as cold as steel. "But a story is a story." She held up her phone, showing a half-written text message on the screen. "I don't know much, but I know people love drama. A war hero... his rich mom cuts him off 'cause his new wife ain't good enough... I bet some reporter on the internet would pay good money for a tip like that. You want to see if I'm right?"
The effect was instantaneous. Beatrice's face went slack with shock. Harrison's eyes widened. They didn't care about Eliza's feelings, but they cared deeply about public perception, stock prices, and political capital. Julian was on the cusp of a major promotion. A story like that would be poison.
Harrison was the first to recover. He stepped forward, placing a placating hand on his wife's arm. He looked at Brenda, truly looked at her, for the first time. He saw not a piece of trailer trash, but a threat.
"Beatrice is just... emotional. She loves her son," he said, forcing a smile. "Of course, we welcome Eliza to the family."
He raised his glass to the guests, making a toast to the happy couple, his voice booming with false cheer. The storm had passed, for now.
Julian shot a look at Eliza and her mother, a look that was impossible to read but held no warmth. Without a word, he turned and walked away, disappearing into a crowd of uniformed colleagues.
Brenda's shoulders slumped in relief. She grabbed Eliza's hand, her palm slick with cold sweat.
"You're on your own now, baby girl," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Eliza looked at her mother's brave, terrified face. And for the first time since waking up in this new world, she felt something stir within her. A flicker of warmth, alien and unfamiliar, in the cold, hard core of Nyx. The warmth was a foreign sensation. Eliza's memories, fragmented as they were, responded to it with a surge of emotion that Nyx had to consciously suppress. This body had attachments. They were a weakness... and a complication.
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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.