Beauty Kills.
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"Hell Hath no fury like a woman scorned"
In the calm, perfect, white picket fence parts of Ansonia, Connecticut there lay a sinister secret deep within the walls and hidden behind faked newspaper articles and polished Stepford wives look alikes.
Someone is causing a stir, murdering the city's most influential men, their calling card being a single stemmed rose left Over the body along with a handwritten note which reads;
Once a cheater, always a cheater- B.K
Safe to say, unfaithful men are girding themselves, hiding their mistresses as best as possible in fear of being next.
Silly fools, don't they know I'm everywhere? That late at night when they tell their lovely wives that they're working late, that something came up in the office, that I know different? That they can't hide from me?
Beauty KillS after all, and in a city so full of beautiful women, just exactly who is responsible for these crimes?
I'll never tell...
Once a cheater, always a cheater;
B.K ;)
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