"You're an assassin."
Damien's words rang in Katherine's mind, taunting and haunting her like she was a scum of the earth. Assassin — the word that was both foreign and familiar to her was something she never thought she would associate herself with. And yet here comes Damien, calling her one without any second thoughts.
She didn't know which was more painful – that she acknowledged herself as one, or that he did? The first one hurt her. The other killed her.
What was she supposed to say to that?
Damien watched her expression grow from being ashamed to looking remorseful. It was such a painful sight to see and he wanted to hold her and tell her he didn't care. That it didn't matter to him. That he still saw her as Katherine. His Katherine.
What do you think is Damien thinking about right now?
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Title:
The Mafia Prince's Naughty Angel