Prologue

(A/N: Steel Skin: Code Red rewritten by the same author. I am SiKu_anne. If you're having confusions as to why are there two same stories on the search list, click here for a full revised edition. At kung nabasa mo na ito mula sa naunang librong nai-publish ko [via @SiKu_anne], you can re-read while i keep re-updating the old chapters here. Some parts change, some parts remain but the plot does not change. As is for the SEQUEL: the last chapter published via @SiKu_anne will be its last, thus the continuation will be published here.)

Jourdan Valentine Romano, a woman kidnapped by a Russian syndicate and later became an assassin whom targets high-profiled businessmen-- politicians, faux religious icons and leaders, royal highnesses-- anyone.

Finally, the power she built out from nothing but dust, sweat, tears, anger and agony stood firm like rocks and limestones hardened into walls, to a huge empire. Everyone feared her then-- just too much. It was an agenda, and that's when she accomplished the hard work, came back in Philippines to seek end in a mystery, on that University. Without much expecting to meet her life's cause of vulnerability.

She's Jourdan Valentine Romano, a woman the hardest to sculpt like the Bust Of Madame Houdon Smiles. A woman nobody wants to meet. A woman who knows you before anyone knows you. A woman who loves no one. A woman filled her being with nothing but anger instead of soul. A woman who eats bullets for breakfast, death threats at lunch and grenades at dinner.

She's Jourdan Valentine Romano. The sinister who's selfless enough to protect her kryptonite-- even if it meant death and peril.

She is Jourdan Valentine Romano. The hardest pill to swallow.

She's Jourdan Valentine Romano. Who keeps and collects no money in wallets but ace cards. The queen of all queens.

But life's putting on some real joke for branding her as that controversial mysterious masked lady proclaimed a heroine for kicking bad guys' asses.

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