Dandy_143
Scarlett Vance is the undisputed queen of high fashion.... flawless skin, runway-perfect hair, and an icy glare that screams Don't even think about breathing near me. She wouldn't ruin her lipstick, wrinkle her hemline, or break a single nail for anyone.
That all changes the second she touches a cursed antique box and gets stuck with Frankie "The Iron Fist" Rossi: a loud, foul-mouthed 1950s Italian-Korean gangster ghost now living rent-free inside her head. The rules are set in stone. If her heart rate spikes past 130 BPM or she catches a whiff of a suffocatingly heavy scent... BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!!! Frankie grabs the wheel. π
One minute she's sipping green juice and judging fabric quality; the next, she's stomping around with a wide, knees-out cowboy swagger, wobbling violently in six-inch stilettos. While her face stays perfectly deadpan and gorgeous, she's casually yanking seamless designer underwear out of her glutes and threatening to bury her enemies' extensions under the highway bypass.
Enter Julian Sterling: tall, rich, and painfully by-the-book. He tried to play the hero once, stepping up to shield her from danger... only to slip on wet gravel, twist his ankle, and crumple to the ground like a total drama queen. So Scarlett.... currently possessed.... just scooped the 200-pound billionaire into a flawless princess carry... and proceeded to swing his stiff legs like a baseball bat to knock out thugs. All while looking completely unbothered.
Now Julian is traumatized, deeply confused, and helplessly falling for a woman who smells like exclusive Chanel perfume... and stale cigar smoke. She's got the looks of a supermodel and the right hook of a mob legend.
Will she save the day and protect her empire? Or will she end up behind bars... looking absolutely fabulous?