📖Featured by @adultfiction on "Kills and Thrills" reading list📖 Previously known as "Undercover: Fake Identity" *** "What are you running away from, Vanessa?" he asked, looking at her with deep, dark eyes. Those icy yet fiery eyes. And hers. Hers, full of tears, flashed in the darkness. "I'll tell you everything the day I'm ready to lose you." *** Vanessa Blake, also known to some as X, is a professional assassin whose services the Main National Intelligence Agency Special Operations Division often uses in certain and special cases. Whether outright eliminating a target or working undercover, she executes every task with precision and unmatched ability. What she doesn't suspect, however, is that her latest assignment will change her life completely. Going undercover into the life of the handsome billionaire Cole Willker will confront her with a constant struggle with waves of feelings unknown to her. Their damaged souls, fighting their demons, will collide, and one epic love will be born. *** Mysteries, secrets, conspiracies. Action, drama, romance. Friendships, love, hate, denial. A story about one big, explosive love. Love that changes. People. Fates. Worlds. Love that comes where no one expected it. Where no one believed it could even exist. *** * Dark Romance * Mature themes * Strong language * Murders, gore, and violence descriptions

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.