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I was never meant to survive. I loved him. I bled for him. And now, I'm dying by his hand. "Forgive me," Damian whispers, his lips brushing mine-before the dagger sinks deep. The truth was never what it seemed. And neither was he. Selene Knight is an assassin hired to kill Ivy Monroe-the woman about to marry Damian Calloway, the only man Selene has ever loved. But when another assassin strikes first, the wedding erupts into chaos, and Selene is exposed. Captured by Damian, she quickly realizes that the wedding was never just about love; it was a carefully orchestrated power move tied to a deadly supernatural curse. Selene and Ivy bear identical marks, proof that one of them must die for the other to live. As Selene fights to uncover the truth, she learns that Damian has known all along-about the curse, about her fate, and about the plan to use her blood in a ritual that will seal Ivy's power.
Chapter 1
May 6, 2025
Selene’s POV
“I love you,” I whisper, as I watch the love of my life walk down the aisle towards another woman.
The words leave my lips like a secret, a confession meant for no one but myself. My hands tremble slightly as I tighten my grip on the gun, hidden beneath the long folds of my dark cloak. The cold metal feels heavy against my palm, like the weight of the choice I am about to make.
The grand church is filled with people, the filled with the scent of roses and candle wax. Golden chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow over the guests dressed in their finest clothes. The sound of the organ plays softly in the background, a melody meant for love and celebration.
But I am not here to celebrate.
I am here to kill Ivy Monroe.
The bride.
The woman Damian Calloway is about to marry.
Damian Calloway. The most powerful Alpha in the city. He stands tall at the altar, dressed in an expensive black suit, his shoulders broad and tense. His dark hair is perfectly styled, not a single strand out of place. He looks like a man in control, a man with no doubts. But I know him better than anyone.
I see it.
The tightness in his jaw. The slight clench of his fingers. The way his piercing blue eyes stay locked on Ivy as she walks toward him, but his mind is somewhere else.
With me.
I swallow hard, trying to push away the ache in my chest. This is not the time to feel. Not the time to remember the nights we spent tangled in each other’s arms, whispering promises we were never meant to keep.
Damian Calloway was mine once.
Now, he belongs to her.
Ivy walks down the aisle in a gown made of the purest white, her veil draping over her golden hair like a delicate mist. She looks perfect. Untouchable. But I know better.
She is not innocent. She is not the victim. She is the target.
My finger hovers over the trigger as I steady my breathing. One shot. One clean shot, and it will all be over. My mission will be complete, and I can disappear into the shadows once more.
I inhale slowly. Exhale even slower. Then—he moves.
Damian turns. His head lifts slightly, his sharp gaze scanning the room as if he senses something is wrong. And then, suddenly—he locks eyes with me.
My heart stops. Everything around me disappears. The music, the murmurs of the guests, the distant sound of Ivy’s heels clicking against the floor—gone.
It’s just me and him. His eyes widen, just for a second, before his expression hardens. He knows why I’m here. He knows what I’m about to do.
I see the conflict flash across his face. A war inside him.
Then—he mouths one word.
“Don’t.”

I Was The Perfect Assassin, Until He Made Me Love Him
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