MARKED FOR YOU, Assassin's Love and Betrayal ❤️💔

Sure! Here's Chapter 1 of a more modern, more romantic, and emotionally gripping version of your story, written to take about 3 minutes to read aloud:

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🖤 CHAPTER ONE — THE CONTRACT

Her name was Nira Vale.

No birth certificate. No parents. No past.

Just a clean record, a fake identity, and a reputation that kept entire governments up at night. Raised by Black Iris, an underground syndicate that trained orphans to be elite assassins, Nira had been killing since she was sixteen.

But this mission wasn’t just another job. This was the job. The final test before they gave her full freedom, a new identity, and a ticket out of the life.

Her target?

Kael Ashford.

Thirty-four. CEO of AshTech Global, billionaire tech mogul, and the most influential man in the entire city of Virelia. Rumor said he had the mayor in his pocket, a smile that could stop riots, and a security system so tight not even shadows slipped through.

So, naturally, he was going to die.

Nira sat on the rooftop across from Skyline Tower, her sniper gear packed beside her, black hair tied up, lips bare. She had studied him for weeks: his routine, his guards, his weaknesses. But tonight was different. She was going in—face to face. A gala. His birthday. No better time to get close.

She pressed a finger to her earpiece.

"I'm in. Going dark."

“Copy,” came the whisper from the handler.

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Inside, the ballroom glittered. Crystal chandeliers, slow jazz, waiters in white gloves. She wore a sleek red dress—tight, elegant, with a knife sheathed along her thigh. Every step was calculated, confident.

Then he saw her.

Kael.

He stood near the bar, wearing a black suit like it had been tailored by the gods. No tie. Just sharp jawlines, a glass of scotch, and eyes that locked onto hers like he'd been waiting for her his entire life.

She didn’t expect that. She didn’t expect the way her pulse skipped.

He approached.

“You don’t look like you belong here,” he said, voice low, smooth. “You look like you walked out of a dream I haven’t had yet.”

She blinked. She had heard every pickup line in every language. But this? It didn’t sound rehearsed. It sounded real.

She smiled, a rehearsed one. “I’m not staying long.”

“Good,” he replied. “Then I’ll make the most of the time I have.”

He offered his hand.

Nira hesitated.

Touch was a risk. Connection was a mistake. But she took it.

And in that brief contact, something shifted.

She was supposed to be a shadow, a ghost in the crowd. But now, in his gaze, she felt seen. Not as a killer. Not as a weapon. Just...a woman.

They danced.

Slow. Close. Her heartbeat kept betraying her. And all she could think was: Why does this feel like the beginning of something I can’t finish?

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Later that night, alone in a hotel suite with her target's image glowing on the screen, she stared at his photo for far too long.

She should’ve pulled the trigger already.

But for the first time in her life, Nira wasn’t sure she wanted to.

And that…

was her first mistake!

To be continued......💔