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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 · Fantasi
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246 Chs

It's just not the same

I thought about the date we had with Ciara, about the way she had looked at me under the soft glow of the lanterns, the way she had kissed me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. Those moments felt real, felt like something more than just a passing fling. But was that enough?

As the day passed, the distance between us only seemed to grow. Ciara was always busy, always occupied with something that kept her away from me. I knew she had her duties, but it was hard not to feel like I was being pushed aside, like I didn't matter as much as I had before.

I tried to focus on my work with Leora, but even that felt hollow without Ciara's presence. Leora noticed the change in me, of course. She was too perceptive not to. 

The next day, as we were sorting through a stack of documents in her office, Leora glanced up from her work and gave me a pointed look.