My Elf System - Chapter 7 - 0. Third Mission Completed.

The day I saw Caleb’s interview on the ‘Celebrity Hot Gist’ talk show, our five-year relationship came to a humiliating end.***Hi, my name is Naya Rivers.Struggling actress. Betrayed fiancée and recently turned amateur assassin to save my dying mother.Now I’m posing as a replacement actress, sent to ruin the cold, ruthless Apex Entertainment President, Hansel Ward.Instead, I ruined myself and collapsed in his arms, only to wake up three days later as a prisoner in his penthouse.Turns out Hansel Ward isn’t just a billionaire. He’s a werewolf with a monster buried deep inside him.Now I'm trapped in his world—a hidden society of werewolf dynasties, vampire enemies, and ancient bloodlines. I'm bait in his game to smoke out whoever's trying to kill him.But here's what nobody knows: I'm immune to werewolf mind control. I'm the weapon vampires have been hunting for centuries. I'm the one thing that can destroy the most powerful werewolf dynasty in existence.Hansel Ward thought he was using me, joke’s on him, I’m the most dangerous thing that’s ever walked into his life.And this fake relationship? It's about to become the most real thing either of us has ever known.This is my story.My downfall.And now, my rise.It is now my turn to take revenge, and I won’t stop until I put everyone who has ever hurt me in the misery I am currently wallowing in.So yeah…Good luck to me.

I had to take him home and raise him. There was no bathtub or a large basin at home, so I had to put him in the washing machine for the time being.

It was an hour later before I remembered it again, by which he had been washed extremely clean.

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The eldest son of the assassin aristocrat Tuatha Dé.

The skill, experience, knowledge of the previous life, magic, all of which grows his power as an assassin.

Excellent assassins pass through. He was usually admired as the ideal lord, and behind it wielded a blade as an assassin aristocrat.

She remembers him because of the mole at the corner of his eyebrow;He remembers her simply because she is her.Every passing encounter becomes a story in the memory,And you are the ending of my story.