While the flames rushed to burn her, the noblewoman tore her silk dress, hid the precious jewel inside, and wrapped her baby, as her maid screamed, "Your daughter, madam, for my son…"
And so, this golden coin gave a name to the girl who grew up in the black neighborhood, in the district of paid passion. Tied around her waist, she kept the secret well and did not reveal it.
But Mastoxeiό, the she-devil who lived by chewing the tears of the mastic tree, decided to cripple women and men who were drawn to the gold to become both perpetrators and victims.

Here, on the fragrant island of Chios, in the grand mansions of Kampousika, in the shipyards and docks, in the gardens with mandarin and citron trees, life plays its own games, the same ones from ancient times, only that the spirit of mastic carves dreams with its embroidery needle, and if you are trapped in the cocoon of the silkworm, there is no hope. Here live, love, hate, suffer, and devise plans of revenge or escape the heroes of this book.
And love, both king and queen, ravages the senses, deceives with its caresses, a pirate on his ship, plundering and capturing because that is what it always does.