I never wanted a driver. Least of all him. The man with the icy eyes, that smug half-smile, and the audacity to lecture me like I was a child. My life was simple: wealthy family, orderly existence, and zero room for chaos. Then he arrived.
Apparently, my father thought having a “responsible, disciplined” man driving me around would keep me grounded. Instead, he brought the embodiment of every frustration I’ve ever had in a human body. Sharp tongue, sharper glances, and the uncanny ability to ruin my day before breakfast. Seriously, who even laughs at your mistakes while scowling
Yet, as much as I hate to admit it, he sees through me. Through my sarcasm, my shields, my carefully curated image of perfection. And somehow, while plotting my downfall in every minor argument, he’s making my heart betray me. A lot. Every. Single. Day.
Then came her. My rival. Sweet. Innocent. Perfect. But beneath those doe eyes and angelic smiles? Chaos. Plots. Schemes. An obsession with me I never signed up for. Somehow, this love triangle—or maybe love quadrangle—has me screaming, crying, laughing, and questioning every life choice.
I thought I’d hate him forever. I thought I’d master this family, this life, this love. But apparently, the coldest driver in the world is rewriting my heart, one spark, one glare, one ridiculous mishap at a time. And honestly? I’m terrified, furious… and maybe, just a little addicted.
