In a world where women are nothing more than property-first owned by their fathers, then their husbands-abuse is inevitable, and resistance is futile. No rights. No escape. No justice.
But in the heart of the city, hidden behind the elegant façade of a makeup boutique, Elanor D'Almerita offers something far more powerful and dangerous than rouge and perfume. Ask for lily of the valley at the front desk, and you'll be led to a secret room on the second floor-where cosmetics are laced with something deadly. A kiss of poison. A silent rebellion.
Across the country, husbands are dying. Their deaths are swift, unexplained, impossible to trace. The only pattern? Their wives, once powerless, now seem strangely... free.
Detective Dante de'Medici is hunting a ghost. No fingerprints. No murder weapon. No suspects. Just dead men and a lingering scent of powder and perfume. The deeper he digs, the more the trail leads him to a certain shop-and to the enigmatic woman who runs it.
But Elanor isn't just another suspect. She's something far more dangerous. A woman with nothing to lose.