The Assassin's Obsession(He Was Sent to Kill Me, I Became His weakness⭐)

Prologue — The Night the Contract Was Born The rain didn’t fall that night. It attacked. Hard. Relentless. Like the sky itself was angry at the city below. Thunder rolled across the skyline of Lagos, shaking glass windows in distant skyscrapers. Inside a black SUV parked outside an abandoned warehouse, Damien Blackwood sat completely still. Not resting. Not waiting. Calculating. His dark eyes were fixed on the broken building ahead like he had already seen everything that would happen inside it. On his wrist, a simple black watch ticked softly. 7:58 PM. Two minutes early. Perfect. Damien never arrived late. Never arrived emotional. Never arrived unsure. Because people who hesitated… died. His phone vibrated once. A single encrypted message appeared: “Enter. No mistakes.” He didn’t reply. He never did. Instead, he opened the door and stepped into the rain. The moment his boots hit the ground, the world seemed to shift. Even the rain sounded quieter around him. Like it respected him. Or feared him. The Warehouse — Where Monsters Make Deals The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust, old oil, and secrets that had been buried too long. A single flickering bulb hung above a metal table in the center of the room. Waiting. A man sat there. Suit expensive. Posture calm. Face half-hidden in shadow. “Damien Blackwood,” the man said smoothly. Damien stopped three steps away. “You wasted my time for introductions?” A faint smile crossed the man’s lips. “I was told you don’t like small talk.” “I don’t.” “Good. Then we can begin.” The man opened a briefcase. Inside: stacks of cash, documents, and a sealed black envelope. He pushed it forward. “Five hundred thousand. Upfront.” Damien didn’t touch it. “What is the job?” The man leaned back slowly. “Kill someone.” The rain outside suddenly sounded louder. Damien’s expression didn’t change. “Name.” The man slid a photograph across the table. Damien picked it up. And everything… paused. A young woman stared back at him. Soft eyes. Warm smile. The kind of face that belonged in sunlight, not darkness. Aurora Kingsley. Damien knew that name. Everyone did. Billionaire daughter. Charity figure. Media darling. The “untouchable princess” of the Kingsley empire. He studied her face longer than necessary. A second too long. Then he placed the photo down. “Why her?” The man shrugged. “Wrong question.” Damien’s eyes sharpened slightly. “That wasn’t a suggestion.” The man sighed. “Let’s just say… she’s in the way of very powerful people.”so she needs to be eliminated. Damien leaned forward slightly. “So hire an assassin.” “We did.” “And?” The man’s smile faded. “He failed.” Silence. Only rain. Only tension. “Try again,” Damien said. “Twice.” Damien’s gaze didn’t move. “Both failed?” The man nodded. “Three attempts. All failures.” That was new. Damien picked the photo up again. Studied her face. Still smiling. Still alive. Still unaware. Interesting. “Security?” “Too strong.” “Bodyguards?” “Too skilled.” Damien tilted his head slightly. “Or someone inside is protecting her.” The man didn’t answer. That silence was confirmation. Damien understood immediately. This wasn’t a simple contract. This was a war. But what made it worse… was the next sentence. “You’re not going in as an assassin.” Damien looked up. For the first time, his expression changed slightly. “What?” The man slid another file forward. Damien opened it. And read. His eyes narrowed. “Bodyguard assignment?” “Correct.” Damien looked up slowly. “You want me to protect her.” “Yes.” “And then?” The man leaned forward. “Gain her trust.” The room went colder. Damien understood now. The plan wasn’t just assassination. It was infiltration. Slow. Clean. Invisible. The most dangerous kind. “When she stops fearing the world,” the man continued softly, “when she believes she is safe…” His voice dropped. “You kill her.”Make sure,theirs no trace of her death. Silence exploded in Damien’s mind. Not shock. Not fear. Calculation. Ten million dollars flashed through his thoughts like a weapon. Enough to disappear. Enough to never take another job again. Enough to become invisible forever. Enough to change his entire life. He closed the file. “Ten million.” The man smiled. “After completion.” Damien stared at the photograph again. At her smile. At her innocence. At the life she didn’t know was already halfway gone. Then he asked the only question that mattered. “Who wants her dead?” The man stood slowly. “That is not your concern,just do your job.” Damien’s voice dropped slightly. “It becomes my concern when I clean up their mess.” A pause. Then— “Think of it as… business politics.” Damien didn’t like that answer. But he accepted it. Because he always did. He turned to leave. “Start date?” The man’s voice followed him. “Tomorrow morning. Kingsley Mansion.” Damien stopped at the door. “Don’t make me wait.” Then he walked out into the storm. Across the City — The Girl Who Didn’t Know She Was in Danger Aurora Kingsley laughed as a little boy painted a crooked smile on her cheek. “Oh my God—what is this?” she said, pretending to be shocked. “It’s art!” the child declared proudly. The orphanage erupted in laughter. Aurora bent down, laughing with them. This was her real world. Not the magazines. Not the luxury events. Not the fake smiles of high society. Just children. Just warmth. Just peace. She just finds happiness staying with them. A small girl tugged her dress. “Miss Aurora, will you come again next week?”she asked gently. Aurora smiled softly. “Of course I will.” “Promise?” Aurora placed her hand on her chest. “Promise.” The girl hugged her tightly peaking her cheeks. Aurora closed her eyes for a moment. She always felt safe here. Safer than anywhere else. Her phone vibrated. DAD CALLING.... She sighed. “Your timing is terrible,” she muttered, answering. “Where are you?” her father’s voice snapped immediately. “The orphanage.” “You need to leave. Now.” Aurora frowned. “Why?” A pause. Then: “We had another security breach.” Her smile faded instantly. “…Another one?” “Get home immediately.” The call ended. Aurora slowly lowered her phone. Something inside her chest tightened. Three breaches. Three incidents. And her father never explained anything properly. Shes already getting tired of everything. That wasn’t normal anymore. Kingsley Mansion — Where Fear Lives Behind Luxury The mansion looked perfect. Too perfect. Like a beautiful cage. Security guards stood at every angle. Black vehicles lined the driveway. Aurora stepped out of her car and frowned. “What is going on here?” A guard opened the door for her. “Miss Kingsley, welcome back.” She walked inside quickly. Her heels echoed through the marble halls. Richard Kingsley was waiting. And he looked tired. Really tired. Like a man carrying something too heavy to speak about. “Aurora,” he said immediately. “Dad, what’s going on?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled her into a hug. Too tight. Too long. That alone scared her. “Dad… you’re scaring me.” He released her slowly. Thank goodness,you are safe. “You’re getting a bodyguard.” Aurora groaned instantly. “No.” “Yes.” “I don’t need one.” “You do.” “I can take care of myself dad.” “This isn’t about what you can handle.” She frowned. “What is it about then?” Richard hesitated. Then said it. Flat. Cold. Heavy. “Someone wants you dead.” The room went silent. Even the air felt different. Aurora blinked. Then laughed slightly. “…You’re joking.” who could that be,or are you cooking up another story to make me accept what you just said now,she scoffed. “I’m not.” The smile disappeared. Completely. “You’re serious.” Richard didn’t answer. That was the answer. Aurora took a slow step back. “Who?” “I don’t know.” Lies. She knew it immediately. But before she could push further— Richard spoke again. “Your new bodyguard arrives tomorrow morning.” And that's final. Aurora couldn't talk,his dad left her and went inside his room. And somewhere in the city.... Damien Blackwood closed his eyes in a dark room. Tomorrow. He would meet her. And everything would begin. End Scene — The Photograph Damien sat alone in his apartment. The room was dark except for a dim lamp. Aurora’s photograph lay on the table. He picked it up again. Studied her smile. Longer this time. Too long. Then he slid it into his jacket pocket. Outside, thunder rolled. Inside him, something unfamiliar stirred. Not emotion. Not yet. Just… awareness. That this mission would not be like the others. Because this time… the target smiled like she still believed the world was kind. And Damien Blackwood was about to step into her life as her protector… while secretly being the one meant to end it. END OF EPISODE 1 ❤️