Ruby
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Last published Thu, Nov 28, 2013
My name is Ruby. It wasn't always that though. It was once Annabelle Gray. That was before my husband and son were brutally murdered by the mob. The year was 1922. They found him and my son lying in a pool of red on the kitchen floor. That was the day everything changed. I vowed that day to find out who killed them. Then I would kill him and whoever he was working for.
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She woke up in a hospital bed, her mind a void. There was no name to speak of, no memories to claim her as their own. Only a name on a paper, a face in a picture, and a haunting sense that she didn't belong in this world. Hazel, they called her. But who was Hazel? The girl who woke up didn't know where she came from. She didn't remember her life before the crash. The accident that stole her memories also erased the life she once knew, leaving only nightmares of a man and a woman whose bloodstained faces haunted her dreams. Their deaths were brutal. Violent. And somehow, they were tied to her. She could feel it. In the hollow spaces of her mind, in the way her heart raced when she saw their faces in old news articles, and in the unnerving whispers she heard in her dreams. A search for answers began, one that would reveal a dangerous truth. Hazel was not who they said she was. She wasn't just a girl in foster care. She was the daughter of two powerful, dead parents, caught in the deadly web of a world she never knew existed. A world of mafia bosses, ruthless betrayal, and blood-soaked revenge. And someone-someone she trusted-was responsible for their deaths. Her parents' killers had been lurking in the shadows for far too long. And now, it was time for Hazel to find them.
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