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Amiel was orphaned when she was fifteen. Her parents were the owner of the then-known largest mafia group that arose after the world fell in the year 2030.

Her parent's death was framed as an accident, but Amiel knew they were murdered. Yet, with no evidence to prove her claim, no one believed her—saved one man.

He goes by the name of Seven. Seven raised Amiel and trained her on how to be the perfect assassin.

Soon, Amiel gained the reputation of being the queen of assassins. 

No one knew who she really was except for one: Wizardo, her mysterious comrade. They were the unbeatable duo.

But Amiel had never seen Wizardo's face—a mystery she wished to solve. He was always just the voice that guided her in her assignments.

A voice who comforted her in times she didn’t realize she needed comfort. 

A voice she desperately wanted to meet.
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The Queen of Assassins

Donn Montequero was one of the bachelors that most women swoon over. His background was a sob story that had been made up so the public would warm up to him.

But if one was to research who he really was before the nice clothes, the fancy houses, and the cars, they could easily hate him—as I have.

"You do your thing. I'll support you in every way," I clutched his arm tightly, letting him know I heard him.

"Amiel, can you hear me?" Jace's voice rang from the earpiece in my right ear. I hid the smile that formed on my lips.

"Of course," I replied, keeping in mind that he and I needed to focus.

"Alright. Be careful. The lady he is with is—"

"An assassin," I cut him off, tapping on Ryan before I excused myself. He smiled, mingling with someone who had greeted him a while ago. "I know. It's his ultimate protection tonight."

Tempt