Dead Women Don't Sprint

The story opens with Corenza waking up mid-sprint, dodging syndicate assassins in the neon-lit alleys of Pelagosa. She didn’t want to be a reborn mastermind; she just wanted a nap. But after her cheating husband, Morovan, tricked her into signing away her syndicate shares and locked her in their burning estate, her peaceful retirement went up in flames. Too lazy to orchestrate a complex, labor-intensive assassination, the tactical genius opts for the path of least resistance: publicly 'seducing' Morovan’s worst enemy, the ruthless kingpin Davorin, who owes her a past-life favor. Told in alternating third-person perspectives, the story balances Corenza’s deadpan, couch-bound plotting with Davorin’s high-stress, action-packed execution. Their fake, hyper-visible romance is a weapon, drawing fire while they orchestrate the live-TV exposure of Morovan’s mistress as a prolific serial scammer. But Corenza soon realizes she misunderstood the rules of her rebirth: she is soul-tethered to Morovan. If he dies, her second life ends instantly. How can this strictly platonic power duo utterly obliterate a syndicate boss's life when they are forced to become his reluctant bodyguards?