The Billionaire Thought His Bride Was A Trophy Wife, But He Didn’t Know She Was The Secret Asset Sent To Terminate Him.
Chapter 1: The Wedding Night Massacre
The silence in the penthouse was shattered only by the sound of Julian’s erratic breathing. He lay pinned to the Italian marble, his silk tuxedo ruined, his eyes wide with the realization that he was about to die. Above him, Elena didn’t look like a bride anymore. The delicate white lace of her gown was stained crimson, but her grip on the hairpin blade was steady—surgical.
"You really thought," Elena whispered, her voice colder than the ice in his whiskey glass, "that an arms dealer with a God complex could just dispose of a woman like me?"
Julian’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He had married her to consolidate his power, believing she was a naive socialite with a family fortune he could drain. He had planned to have her "vanish" by midnight. Instead, she had turned his wedding night into a slaughterhouse.
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"Who... what are you?" he wheezed.
Elena leaned in, her eyes reflecting the glowing city lights of Manhattan. "I’m not your wife, Julian. I’m the audit."
