My Unwanted Wife Is A Top Assassin

in a stranger's body, with two li

other who dragged her to a party for a "chance." But another voice, co

family that wants to erase her. Her new mother-in-law freezes her accounts. Her husband despises her. Cousins spike her makeup wit

an they're trying to bury is a trained intelligence operative who can pick lock

to survive. She wants to

tress of old money-she's the

*

It was the first thing she felt. The second was heat, a suffocatin

sent from a brain that felt like it was submerged in syrup. The room was black,

A wave of nausea rolled in her stomach. She reached a hand to her face, and

sn't he

consciousness, a high-speed collis

ge of town. Her brother, Ricky, told her to

hazy, like a poorly

sharper than a shard of i

specialist. Expert in infiltration

a soul being torn in two. She was Eliza, a girl who weighed over 180 pounds and dreamed of

, and it was

rough her veins. It wasn't just confusion. It was a drug. Her train

oss the room. Th

an instinct that the soft flesh

the room. A silhouette stood there, tall and broad-shouldere

re, the economy of movement even

low growl, thick with the same drugged h

e name surfaced from Eliza's murky memori

lown wide. He was fighting the drug, she could see it. Bu

x-it all melted away, leaving only a primal, desperate need. It wasn't about pleasur

ark, a frantic, graceless struggle dr

the sound of a door sp

acophony of clicks and flashes erupted, a machine-gun

harp, cold fury. He moved with lightning speed, grabbing the silk sheet and wrapping it around her, shield

hrieked.

ce a mask of horror and disgust. Beside her, his father, Harri

tide of reporters. Eliza's parents. Her mother, Brenda, had a hand over her mo

ily. His eyes, clear and sharp now, were filled with a murderous rage. He

general, the patriarch of the Malone clan. He surveyed the scene,

eclared, his eyes locking onto Julian. "For

d a trembling finger at Eliza. "We will not have that... th

h, just loud enough for her to hear, "God, Eliza... I told you this

analyst processing a catastrophic intelligence failure. The body of E

ir cameras still flashing. He was trapped. A scandal of this magnitude would derail his milit

on. The cold, hard ma

as pure, undiluted loathing. He wasn't looking at a woman. He

he word sharp enough

nged. "Lawyers will draft the prenuptial

, pulling a robe around Eliza's shoulders, her hands shaking. She guided h

ly, tears tracing paths down her worn cheeks. She reached

d," she whisper

er hand, saw the genuine fear and love in her eyes. But inside, where Nyx resided, the

forced marriage. A pow

sion wa

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