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The heartbreaker perfect match

Ciara Cromwell, 28 , the alluring and rebellious daughter of the Demon Queens, is known for her striking beauty, characterized by her stark white hair, piercing red eyes, and the black horns adorning her forehead. With a reputation as a heartbreaker, Ciara revels in fleeting romances and one-night stands, scoffing at the notion of true love. Contrasting her tumultuous life is Aeliana Whitfield, a diligent and kind-hearted human girl determined to make a difference. At 26, Aeliana works tirelessly as an assistant to Leora, Ciara's wise and powerful grandmother. Aeliana’s inner beauty matches her outer appearance, Black hair green eyes a beatiful face and body though she often hides her stunning looks beneath modest attire. Unlike the many who fall for Ciara's charm, Aeliana despises her and would rather face any peril than succumb to her advances. When Leora, seeing the potential for something greater, decides to use the Perfect Match system to pair Ciara with her true love, the results shock everyone: Ciara and Aeliana are the perfect match of each other. Bound by fate and the whims of a powerful enchantment, the two women must navigate their animosity and discover whether love can truly bloom between a demoness who scorns it and a human who yearns for it.

K_Mopo · Fantasy
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256 Chs

I want this decoration

The past few days had been blissful, filled with moments of laughter, quiet whispers, and stolen kisses. It felt like the calm before the storm, a lull before the whirlwind of our wedding day.

I cherished every second, every shared glance with Ciara, but today was a different story. Today, chaos had a name, and that name was Ciara.

"Aeliana, it's going to be perfect. Trust me!" Ciara declared, her tone brimming with excitement as she barged into my study mid-morning, holding what looked like a sketch of... something.

I arched a brow, setting down my book. "What are you up to this time?"

Ciara's grin was wide, almost childlike. "I had this brilliant idea for another decoration. Imagine the grand hall lit by glowing purple orbs, hanging from vines of fire magic woven with gold! It will be breathtaking."

The idea sounded beautiful, but I knew better than to assume it would be straightforward. "And how do you plan to pull that off?" I asked cautiously.