THE ASSASSIN WORE RED LIPSTICK

They thought she was dead. They were wrong. The rain hammered on the black coffin as they lowered it into the ground. Raven watched from the shadows, her red lipstick the only color in the sea of black umbrellas. Her own funeral. Three years ago, she was Elena. A loving wife who believed that love could save a monster. Until her husband, Lucian Knight, the most powerful CEO in the city, looked her in the eyes and pulled the trigger. "You were never meant to survive this life, my love." She survived. The Organization saved her. Trained her. Turned her pain into a weapon. Now she was no longer Elena. She was Raven - the most dangerous assassin in the country, and her first contract was him. Lucian Knight. The man who buried her was getting married next week to a young heiress. And Raven had just been hired as his new wife's bodyguard. Fate was cruel. And she loved it. She stepped out from the shadows, her black dress clinging to her curves, her red lips smiling as Lucian's eyes met hers across the cemetery. He froze. The wine glass in his hand shattered. "Elena?" he whispered, his face pale. Raven smiled, tilting her head. "Sorry, Mr. Knight. I think you mistook me for someone else. My name is Raven." And just like that, the hunt began.