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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
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256 Chs

Side chapter part 2

The warm glow of the fire cast dancing shadows on the walls, and for a brief moment, the chaos of the evening had finally subsided.

My parents were cleaning up the remains of the Christmas feast in the kitchen, Lily had been tucked into bed after her sugar-fuelled antics, and Ciara and I had retreated to the quieter side of the sitting room.

The Christmas tree stood proudly once more, thanks to her magic, twinkling as though it hadn't been toppled mere hours ago.

Ciara sat beside me on the sofa, her fingers idly tracing patterns along my arm. I felt content, basking in the warmth of her presence. But something about the way her gaze lingered on the flames told me her mind was elsewhere.

"What's on your mind?" I asked softly, tilting my head to meet her eyes.

She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Nothing to worry about," she said, though her tone betrayed her.

I frowned. "Ciara, I know that look. What is it?"