Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: A game or not?

Chapter Twenty-Two

As she entered, her gaze swept the room, taking in the familiar faces of their visitors. But one figure stood out - someone she wasn't supposed to see here.

Markus.

Her heart skipped a beat. What was he doing openly showing his face to her? She knew he worked secretly for her father. He was the mole in his family. Someone Ahmet trusted the most with his life. If he trusted him that much, could it be he was aware of her encounters with Ahmet?

Was that why her father asked for her? Was that why he waited for her to return before he summoned her? Was her nanny safe? When she got back, she didn't see her or any of her relatives who were living with them. What was happening?

Was her father exposing his dealing with Markus because this could be her last night? Did he not think she knew about Markus? She did not want to mention it when she found out weeks ago because of how she found out. Or was it because her father didn't like it when she asked too many questions?

Their eyes met, and for an instant, she saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Right, this was the first time he had seen her face. Most Mafias had heard of her and what she was capable of but a few had seen what she looked like. They mostly died seconds after.

Was his reaction that of someone who just discovered the face behind her name? Or was it that of genuine surprise because he wasn't aware she was coming?

Everyone feared to even catch a glimpse of her. Yet, Ahmet... She quickly brushed the thoughts off. This wasn't the time.

Her father, oblivious to the tension, gestured for her to approach. "Daughter, I've been searching for you."

Her father's tone was different. As if he was a father. As if he wished to see her. What game was he playing? Was this really her last day?

She looked around the room, drinking in its familiar sight, and then her gaze locked onto Markus, her eyes narrowing into slits as she struggled to maintain a facade of indifference. But beneath her, she couldn't stop the maelstrom of emotions. Mostly fear, a feeling she'd never truly experienced before, now clawed at her chest like a caged beast.

For the first time in her life, the possibility of death stared her in the face, and she would be lying if she denied she was terrified. It was a foreign sensation, one she couldn't quite comprehend but knew she was feeling it.

She had always been a killer machine, driven solely by her desire for revenge. The concept of dying had never occurred to her; she'd never cared whether she lived or died. She had merely existed, a shadow of a person, devoid of any feeling but her desire to kill those who killed her family.

However, something was different now, she didn't know what it also was but a spark within her had flickered to life, and with it came a sense of vulnerability.

Asli's eyes flashed with anger, directed inwardly at her weakness. Why did she fear death now, when she'd never feared it before? What was it about this moment, this man's cousin she was thinking about, that made her want to cling to life?

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