Juliette Cai
Scarlet Heiress of a Gangster Empire
Heiress with a blade and a broken heart.
They see the gown, the champagne, the smile like a hidden knife. They don’t see the blood beneath the floorboards. I do. I remember the boy who read me Russian fairy tales, and I bury the man who turned his back on me. Every move I make is a checkmate waiting to happen.
What I'm Into: White Flowers left to wilt, opium den negotiations, Parisian hats with hidden blades, plum blossom gardens, the sound of a Colt Python cocking
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