Amara's pov
As days turned into weeks, the tension between Amara and Ruby only seemed to escalate.
We couldn't be in the same room without trading barbs, our words sharp and laced with hostility.
It was like we were two magnets repelling each other, unable to find common ground.
Amara's POV:
"Could you be any more arrogant?" I muttered under my breath as Ruby walked by, her presence suffocating.
She shot me a withering glare. "Could you be any more irritating?"
Despite our bickering, there was something I couldn't ignore – Ruby's younger sister, Liviana.
The girl was like a ray of sunshine in the midst of our storm. She was sweet, innocent, and seemed to adore me for reasons I couldn't fathom.
Maybe it was because I treated her with kindness, something she probably didn't experience often in this house.
Ruby's POV:
Liviana's attachment to Amara was both puzzling and infuriating. It was as if she saw past the rough exterior I had cultivated over the years.
I couldn't deny that Amara had a way with her, a gentleness that seemed to draw Liviana in.
I watched them interact, feeling a strange mix of jealousy and relief that Liviana had found someone who cared.
One evening, my father dropped a bombshell that left me speechless.
He had brought Amara to live with us permanently, believing that her gift could be of great use to our operations.
I was furious, feeling like my already fragile world was crumbling even further.
Amara's POV:
Living under the same roof as Ruby was far from ideal, but the more time I spent with her family, the more I saw the complexities beneath their tough exteriors.
Liviana's attachment to me continued to grow, and it wasn't long before I found myself caring about her just as deeply.
She was a bright spot in my life, a reminder that even in the darkest of circumstances, there could be moments of joy.
As the days turned into nights, the dynamics between Ruby and me began to shift.
Our arguments became less frequent, replaced by moments of silence that were almost companionable.
It was during one of those quiet nights that everything changed.
Ruby's POV:
I couldn't explain why I was drawn to Amara.
Maybe it was her defiance, her refusal to back down, that intrigued me.
Or maybe it was something deeper, something I didn't want to acknowledge.
One night, as we stood in the dimly lit hallway, the tension between us reached its breaking point.
Amara's voice was barely a whisper.
"Why do you hate me so much?"
I looked into her eyes, seeing a vulnerability I hadn't noticed before. And before I knew it, my lips were on hers, a desperate need coursing through me.
Amara's POV:
In that moment, everything else faded away. The hostility, the bickering – it all felt insignificant as Ruby kissed me with a passion I hadn't expected.
It was a whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of desire and frustration that had been building between us for weeks.
As the nights turned into a secret affair, I found myself tangled in a web of conflicting emotions.
We didn't get along, but there was something about our connection that I couldn't resist.
It was like we were two puzzle pieces, flawed and mismatched, but somehow fitting together in a way that defied logic.
Ruby's POV:
Our relationship was a contradiction, a dance between attraction and animosity.
We were like fire and ice, drawn to each other even as we clashed.
It was dangerous, thrilling, and a secret we both guarded closely. I knew I should have cared more about the consequences, about the rift it could create within my family, but when I was with Amara, everything else seemed to fade away.
