I Slept with the Bully's Husband and Then Witnessed Her Killing Her Mother with Her Own Hands

I'm a well-known socialite in the city's nightlife scene. Despite my average looks and unremarkable figure, I've made quite a name for myself with my silver tongue, able to charm anyone into opening their wallet.

I play both sides - the wealthy patrons and their wives. My reputation as a discreet informant is excellent because I'm only interested in money, not fame or status.

But recently, I hit a snag.

The hospital said there was a new treatment for my sister's illness. After two years of medication, there was hope to control her condition enough for surgery.