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Aurora Sage, known in the underworld by the code name Aura, is a legend and a five-star assassin who never misses her target. Cold, calculating, and mysterious, she's feared by all in the underworld.

Her motto is simple: finish the job, get paid, and disappear.

Logan Mason, is the national heartthrob, a top model and actor, with the face that melts the heart and a reputation for being untouchable.

Arrogant yet irresistibly charming, Logan has the world at his feet and is used to being adored by everyone until he crosses paths with the wrong woman, the younger sister of a notorious mafia lord. Her bruised ego leads to Ethan's abduction, and the celebrity finds himself in an unexpected situation.

When Aura is hired to eliminate the mafia lord, she doesn't expect to find the nation's golden boy, chained and battered in a basement. Against her better judgment, she rescues him because a girl in her she knows his fan. 

But the mission takes a sharp turn when Logan gets interested in her and gets entangled in her world.
Aura tried her best to shake him off but it only made him more obsessed and clingy.

But the shadows Aura works in are darker than what Logan can imagine. The enemies she made won't let her go unscathed and to protect the clingy Logan who won't leave her alone, she must confront her past and risk her future because falling for Logan might just be her deadliest mission yet.

Help, The National Husband Is In Love With An Assassin

Aurora Sage never slept deeply. Not since the first kill. Not since the night she watched blood pool around her sister's neck and realized the world would never again be soft.

So when Logan stirred in his sleep beside her, murmuring something unintelligible, she was already half-awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling, mind tangled in a snare of strategies and surveillance.

Dawn hadn't broken yet. The penthouse was still cloaked in silence, save for the whisper of her bare feet against marble as she padded to the living room. She didn't bother with clothes. Just his shirt—unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled above her elbows, swallowing her curves in white cotton.

Chapter 81: A Taste of War