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HEUREU: The Anti-Billionaire Assassin

"Run, princess!" Cavin yelled as he pulled out a gun from his side pockets and shot a man. "Go on! It's what we planned, right? I'll stay here, and you go chase a different life!" I saw him smile bitterly. I just turned seventeen, and I had to make my first kill for this bloodthirsty organization my father had led for his entire life just to make a bounty of money. What a birthday! Outside, the rain was pouring hard, and lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating everything with its white light. Suddenly, the sound of a car approaching made me smile bitterly. The blurry, blinding light coming from the car took all my hopes away, and there I awaited my end. The next morning, I found myself lost in guilt as I saw my father in a wheelchair without legs. I knelt down and bowed to him, saying, "I want to kill!" The only words I said in rage as the thought of what happened last night rushed through me My father smiled, and all I knew was that I was in an arena, soaking in my blood as I trained to be one of the top assassins. "Kill, princess!" I heard Cavin call to me with extreme delight in his eyes. "My pleasure!" *** Heureu had just turned seventeen when she had to make her first kill to prove her worth to the assassin's organization. An organization that live-off to powerful billionaire's blood. But she couldn't accept her fate. She tried to run away but got into an accident. She got hit by a car together with her father who was trying to stop her. Her father got the most damage. It was when she had no choice but to run her family's way of living. She had to be the top assassin, in order to find who tried to hit her. After years, she managed to land a job as a nurse in one of the biggest hospitals in the country as infiltrator. There, she met Nick, whom she fell in love and broke the code of the assassin's just to be with him. The love of her life who would soon be on her kill's list!

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Chapter 35

It was the summer of my thirteenth birthday when I understood that every mother was different. The sun beat down relentlessly, casting a golden glow on the shimmering waves of the ocean. My mother brought me and my brother to a resort; she never told us why. I just thought she planned it for my birthday, but I was wrong.

After settling into our beachfront villa, I noticed my mother's eyes in their usual lifeless state. I went to show her my report card for the semester, hoping to see a glimmer of pride in her eyes. However, she barely glanced at it before turning away, her mind seemingly elsewhere.

I wasn't hurt at all as we grew up with her emotionless demeanor, but I couldn't help but wonder what was troubling her. As the days went by, I noticed her spending long hours staring out into the vast expanse of the ocean, lost in her thoughts.