PinkSunset

A young and beautiful woman stands in a room decorated with classy trimmings, her rich husband lays dead on the black satin sheets. Her body is clothed in a lacy black dress and her sharp nails clink against the glass of red wine she is holding daintily. 
She had slipped a capsule of poison into his drink, wanting his fortune and legacy. She moves over to the wrought iron balcony and feels the cool breeze blow back her sheet of lustrous red hair.

 She smirks and slowly sways to tunes only she can hear.

Table of The Crimson Assassin

Table of contents

Volume 1 :Prologue