chapter 1

I used to be a female hitman feared throughout the underworld, with a zero-failure assassination record that made even the top targets on the blacklist tremble. But I hung up my weapons and lived incognito for years with my fiancé. I thought this peaceful life would last forever—

That call with the familiar code came in, offering a new hit. I needed the money to settle down with my fiancé and start a stable life. I decided to come out of retirement for one last job

. ……

That night, the job request was from a client with a name starting with the letter S.

When I opened the file, a cold sweat immediately soaked my back.

The woman in the photo was none other than me!

I froze in front of the screen, unable to calm myself for a long time.

I contacted that mysterious Mr.s.

"Isn't it said that you're a top-tier killer? Why does it take you so long to consider killing just one woman?"

Shaking, I lit a cigarette. The nicotine helped me calm down a bit.

After a while, I stared at the photo on the screen and slowly typed.

"Mr. S, how do you want her to die?"

"Any way will do, as long as the cops don't trace it back to me."

Mr. S seemed in a hurry. Not long after I sent the message, I received his reply.

"Oh, and make sure her organs are left intact."

Soon, I received a transfer from an overseas account.

I crushed the cigarette in my hand, my gaze vacant.

Although I couldn't verify the client's details, the target he wanted me to kill was someone I knew all too well.

The woman in the photo, with that happy smile, was me.

"What's your relationship with the woman in the photo?"

To confirm my suspicions, I couldn't help but ask.

But the client seemed unprofessional, blurting out the truth without hesitation.

"She's my fiancée."

I fought to keep my anger in check and pressed on.

"Since you're about to marry her, why do you want her dead?"

Maybe I had been too blunt this time, and Mr. S seemed a little defensive.

"Does it matter to you why I want her dead?"

I had been with Zayden Silva for years, and from what I knew about him, he was timid and indecisive. There was no way he'd understand the rules of our line of work.

So, I came up with a random excuse to brush him off.

"To help you get away with this, I need to understand the target's relationships.

"Otherwise, when the police look into it, it'll be hard not to trace it back to you."

But in the end, the client wasn't convinced by my explanation.

The chat window only showed one sentence from him.

"Just do what you're paid to do. The rest isn't your concern."

And with that, his profile picture turned gray, and I didn't receive any more messages.

But that was enough.

At least now I knew that the man I shared a bed with every night was hiring someone on the dark web to have me killed.

When I got with him, I ignored the organization's objections and made a firm decision to retire from the business and live a quiet life.

What was more, just last night, after we had been intimate, he held me in his arms, looking guilty.

"I'm sorry I'm useless. After all these years, you've had to live in such a crappy apartment with me.

"But don't worry, once I get promoted, we'll buy a house in the suburbs. The company's benefits should cover most of the mortgage.