In 1960s London, the names Reginald Kray and Ronald Kray were known far and wide.
These twin brothers built a vast empire in the East End, while pouring enormous sums of money into high society in the West End. Even the fearless British press trembled before them and didn't dare step out of line.
Yet behind the Kray brothers was a little-known "third Kray."
This mysterious member of the Kray gang thrived in the darkest corners of London's underworld, keeping a hand in its filthiest, most unspeakable dealings.
She was so cunning, yet so loyal, that in the end the brothers even managed to walk free despite facing sweeping charges from the police backed by nearly conclusive evidence.
Lydia Kray had no idea if she'd been Judas, the one who betrayed God, in her past life, but in this one she was stuck with two utterly unreliable brothers.
On countless silent, lonely nights, she would hide her face in her hands and silently fall apart in her room:
"Can someone tell me why Ron ended up in a mental hospital while I was away at university?!"
"Damn it, do you really want to make sure this place never turns a profit? Why are you fighting in your own club?!"
"Hello? Did anyone bother to consult me before deciding to kill someone in a crowded bar?"
And eventually, it became: "Who said you two could climb into my bed together?"
P.S. The heroine is adopted and is not related to the brothers by blood.
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