Leah Mercer and Adrian Voss—their entanglement, from the very start, was neither blessing nor curse.
Both betrayed, they ignited like dry tinder meeting flame, burning out of control.
She was vindictive to the core, her brows and eyes bewitching, proud yet coaxing, never yielding an inch.
He was like a living Buddha—aloof, noble, untouchable, always scheming.
Their contest had no winner or loser; evenly matched rivals, neither giving ground.
"Miss Mercer, your new lover doesn't look up to much."
"Still better than Young Master Voss."
The world assumed their tug-of-war began with a mere collision—a three-minute passion. Yet someone sank deeper without realizing it.
"Darling, dismiss those pretty young things already. I surrender—does that work?"
