Hundred Million Bounty on the Billionaire's Wife
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I died once.
Spent seventy years as a housewife the first time around. Biggest regret? Never felt my heart race.
Met her in this life, and that's when I learned what being alive actually meant. In this world where assassins pay in gold coins and seek sanctuary at Continental hotels, we became a duo called "Swans," hunting down the man who destroyed her family. Every single day, dancing on a razor's edge.
Two years ago, the explosion killed Raven Hayes right in front of me.
To survive, I married a naive tech heir, slipped into silk dresses and started doing the charity gala circuit, tried to convince myself this was the peace I wanted.
Until that enemy became a High Table member and announced a hundred-million-dollar bounty on me to the world.
I used to be scared. Used to run. Used to ask why it had to be me.
But sitting at my vanity, staring at this stranger's face in the mirror, all done up like some socialite, I suddenly realized none of it mattered anymore.
I'm going to die eventually anyway. Might as well die looking like myself.
Spent seventy years as a housewife the first time around. Biggest regret? Never felt my heart race.
Met her in this life, and that's when I learned what being alive actually meant. In this world where assassins pay in gold coins and seek sanctuary at Continental hotels, we became a duo called "Swans," hunting down the man who destroyed her family. Every single day, dancing on a razor's edge.
Two years ago, the explosion killed Raven Hayes right in front of me.
To survive, I married a naive tech heir, slipped into silk dresses and started doing the charity gala circuit, tried to convince myself this was the peace I wanted.
Until that enemy became a High Table member and announced a hundred-million-dollar bounty on me to the world.
I used to be scared. Used to run. Used to ask why it had to be me.
But sitting at my vanity, staring at this stranger's face in the mirror, all done up like some socialite, I suddenly realized none of it mattered anymore.
I'm going to die eventually anyway. Might as well die looking like myself.














































