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 4
The house was a gilded cage.
After the reception limped to a conclusion, Eliza's family drove her to a separate wing of the Malone estate. It was a sprawling, beautifully furnished mansionette, clearly intended for a new couple.
Julian was not there. He had sent a text. "Called back to base. Don't wait up." It was a lie, and they both knew it.
The house was silent, empty. The air was cold.
Her brother, Ricky, whistled as he looked around. "Well, look at you, Eliza. Hit the jackpot." The words were meant to be a joke, but they were laced with a bitter envy.
"Ricky, that's enough," her father, Earl, said, his voice stern.
Before they left, Brenda pulled Eliza aside, pressing a thin plastic card into her hand. A debit card.
"It's everything your father and I have," Brenda whispered, her eyes welling up. "A little over fifty thousand dollars. If they hurt you, you take this and you come home. You hear me? You come home."
Eliza closed her fingers around the card. The weight of it felt immense. The sum total of two people's lives of hard work, offered up without a second thought. The flicker of warmth she'd felt earlier intensified, a small, stubborn flame in the icy landscape of her soul.
She gave her mother a small, real smile. It felt stiff, unused. "I'll be okay, Mom. I can take care of myself."
After they left, she was truly alone. Her first instinct, Nyx's instinct, was to secure the perimeter. She walked through every room, her eyes scanning for threats. She found them quickly. Tiny, nearly invisible lenses embedded in the smoke detectors and light fixtures. The house was bugged. Every room, that is, except the master bedroom and bathroom. A quick scan confirmed they were clean-likely a professional courtesy, or a hard rule, to protect the privacy of a high-ranking officer like Julian. They were watching her, but they wouldn't cross the line into monitoring him.
Later that evening, a soft knock came at the door.
Eliza opened it to find a young woman holding a dinner tray. She looked to be in her late teens, with the same dark hair and aristocratic features as Julian.
"My mother sent this," the girl said, her tone clipped and hostile. She set the tray down on a nearby table with a clatter. "Don't get used to it."
This was Julian's younger sister, Meredith Malone. The family file Nyx had built in her head supplied the information. Or her identical twin, Genevieve. The file noted they were notorious for switching places, a detail filed away as a potential tactical advantage or complication.
Eliza looked at her, her gaze calm and analytical. She didn't respond to the hostility. Instead, she said, "Thank you, Genevieve."
The girl froze. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What did you say? How did you...?"
Eliza's voice was quiet, matter-of-fact. "The piercing in your left ear is a millimeter higher than the one in your right. A common mistake with a piercing gun. Your sister, Meredith, suffers from mild rhinitis, which causes faint discoloration on the sides of her nose. You're identical twins, but you're not identical."
The girl-Genevieve-was speechless. Her jaw hung slightly open. She and her sister had been switching places since they were children, a game that fooled teachers, friends, even their parents sometimes. Their mother had sent her, the sweeter-tempered twin, disguised as the notoriously difficult Meredith, to deliver a first dose of psychological warfare.
And this woman, this fat, stupid girl from a trailer park, had seen through it in less than ten seconds.
The hostility in Genevieve's face evaporated, replaced by a mixture of shock and awe.
"Who... who are you?" she breathed.
Eliza picked up a fork from the dinner tray. "Tell Meredith that the next time she wants to pull a prank, she should wash her signature perfume off her sister's wrists first."
Genevieve instinctively sniffed her own wrist. The faint scent of her sister's Dior perfume was there. Her face paled.
She watched Eliza calmly begin to eat her dinner, as if she hadn't just performed an impossible feat of observation.
This new sister-in-law was nothing like the rumors. Nothing at all.
Without another word, Genevieve turned and fled the room, her mind reeling.
For the first time since this nightmare began, someone in the Malone family was looking at Eliza Solis with something other than contempt.
They were looking at her with curiosity.
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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.