Memoirs of a Courtesan

14. Shadowy Recipes (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Three (#litres_trial_promo)

15. Life as a Spy (#litres_trial_promo)

16. Peony Pavilion (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Four (#litres_trial_promo)

17. A Luxury Cruise (#litres_trial_promo)

18. False Alarm (#litres_trial_promo)

19. Plaza Athénée (#litres_trial_promo)

20. Opera House and a Deadly Thought (#litres_trial_promo)

21. Shopping the Champs-Élysées (#litres_trial_promo)

22. Magic and Flying Knives (#litres_trial_promo)

23. Show of the Century (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Five (#litres_trial_promo)

24. A Ghost Baby Boy (#litres_trial_promo)

25. The Birth (#litres_trial_promo)

26. Two Ceremonies (#litres_trial_promo)

27. A Wandering Baby (#litres_trial_promo)

28. The Pink Skeleton Empire (#litres_trial_promo)

29. The Great Escape (#litres_trial_promo)

30. The Secret Villa (#litres_trial_promo)

31. The Garden (#litres_trial_promo)

32. The Grandfather Clock (#litres_trial_promo)

33. The Master’s Return (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by Mingmei Yip (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

PART ONE (#ulink_955cce1c-b1fc-577c-97d1-6479a0c768e9)

Prologue (#ulink_abbf1f03-635a-577d-86ed-9c72e41e6918)

It all happened because I was considered perfect material to be a spy – beautiful, smart and, most important, an orphan.

I am well aware of what people call me behind my back: Skeleton Woman!

Actually, this does not bother me a bit. Let others feel spite, jealousy, hatred for me. At times I feel a secretive, ticklish glee.

I am a woman who can turn men into skeletons under my touch, though it is as light as a petal and as tender as silk.

My name is Camilla. At nineteen, I’d already become the lead singer at Shanghai’s most popular and elegant Bright Moon Nightclub. It was through powerful connections that I got this position at my young age, with the bonus of being the object of desire of many men and the jealousy and hatred of countless women. And then there were Shadow and Rainbow Chang.

They were the other skeleton women.

But unlike me, Rainbow and Shadow were not nightclub singers. Rainbow, Shanghai’s most popular gossip columnist, made her fortune by digging up secrets and dirt for the Leisure News. Though she had a woman’s name, she exuded the charm of both sexes as she rode the waves of in-between. Short haircut, silk tie and outrageously expensive and impeccably tailored suits contrasted with white-powdered face, rouged cheeks, pink lips, silvery-pink eye shadow and long, lush, artificial lashes. Rainbow neither dressed like a woman nor looked like a man. Exposing everyone else’s secrets in her column, for herself she chose camouflage, in sex as well as in life. But why? It was yet to be found out.

If Rainbow Chang presented herself as mysterious, then Shadow was absolutely unfathomable. Everything about her was staged like a magician’s stunning feats – jumping into thin air; escaping from locked chains under water; cutting a volunteer into multiple pieces, then restoring her in seconds. Carried out in a skimpy dress, enhanced by snake-slick movements, with an expressionless, stunningly beautiful face. Who was she? I was dying to find out.

We used artists’ names; no one knew our real ones. With our own agendas, we were the three most pungent ingredients in this boiling cauldron called Shanghai. Men went crazy for a taste of us, while women sought our elusive recipe.

People admired or hated me as the ultimate femme fatale. But I myself had no idea who I was. I was a nobody, literally. An orphan, I was adopted by a man and his gang for their own purposes. Later I learned that the man was Big Brother Wang, his gang, the Red Demons. Under their constant watching and fussing over me, and due to their strict discipline, by fourteen I’d grown up to be a watermelon-seed-faced, full-bosomed, slim-waisted, long-legged beauty, possessing everything desired by men and envied by women.

Of course, I had not been raised and disciplined just to be a refined, well-mannered lady to be married off to the son of a rich family. Instead, I was groomed to lure Master Lung, head of the Flying Dragons gang, to his doom. I had quickly figured out that I’d been given a roof over my head, fancy clothes to wear and gourmet food to consume for a reason.

I was raised and trained to be a spy.

I was to be the Red Demons’ secret weapon in a meticulous plan to topple its bitterest rival, the Flying Dragons: for nineteen-thirties Shanghai was the battleground for relentless wars among the triads, wars in which I was to be merely a pawn.

And what a life that was.

Having schemed for most of my nineteen years in this dusty world, I’d already turned a few men and women into skeletons dangling in hell – literally or otherwise. I didn’t feel any guilt. This was the only job – the only life – I knew.

This was how they had trained me – to have no attachment, no feelings, no conscience. I was the woman who would, when needed, reduce any man or woman to a skeleton at the blink of my mascaraed eye.

Until the day I met Master Lung’s son, Jinying, and Lung’s bodyguard, Gao. But that was not part of the Red Demons’ plan forme …

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The Naked Girl Jumping Towards Eternity (#ulink_3753461b-8140-5b3e-9a34-88a07b41530f)

Against the sapphire-blue night sky, a young woman was pacing along a ledge atop the Shanghai Customs House tower like a circus girl treading a tightrope.