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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 · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
246 Chs

Cooking lesson with Cassandra

The numbers on the documents blurred in front of me, my mind refusing to focus. I tried to make sense of the reports I was supposed to be compiling for Leora, but my thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened earlier with Nathaniel and Ciara.

My heart was still pounding, not with fear but with… confusion, maybe? Anger? 

I didn't even know. 

Why hadn't I asked Ciara if it was true? Had she really flirted with Cassandra, or was Cassandra just trying to get under my skin? She seemed like the type who enjoyed causing a bit of chaos, who thrived on watching people squirm.

But Ciara… I knew she had a reputation for being a flirt, for playing with hearts. Was I just another one of her games?

Leora glanced over at me from across her desk, her dark brows furrowed in concentration as she scribbled notes in her own decisive, bold handwriting.