Prologue.
For her whole sixteen years of living, Harriet has it all what an average 20th century teenage girl want ; the mesmerizing Brazillian beauty, curvy body, amazing friends, too much wealth, fabulous closet and a wonderful life. Well, as you see, with an exception of having a love life which makes her always gag. Especially when her parents link her with their clients' sons.
When she graduated in high school (she was accelerated by two years), her sophisticated wealthy parents have decided in one thing. Harriet is the heiress of one of their properties. Which she hates the most: Their successful 'Romanova Ranch'.
Mr. & Mrs. Romanova decided send their youngest of their three daughters, Harriet, in the ranch for a few months. Of course, Harriet gone mad when she knew about this.
Arriving in the Romanova Ranch somewhere in South America, there she met the family who looks after their ranch. Her trainors for her stay in "her ranch"-to-be.
But, the first meeting of Harriet and the 18-year-old local country boy son of the caretakers did not went that "good" for some reasons.
And because of that, Harriet hate that poor boy as much as she loves her collection of heels. And this said country boy continues his work: to make Harriet the perfect heiress of the Romanova Ranches Corp.
Little they know, this hatred relationship can grow into something magical. Something very unexpected.
Love.
How can the country boy, Lucas, hide his feelings for his future sophisticated, preppy, mean, bratty boss?
How can the spoiled brat, Harriet stop herself from falling for their ranch caretakers' dimwitted, poor, cocky and mischievous son?
What'll happen when the boy in boots and the girl in heels fall for each other?
Because sometimes, hatred can turn into something beautiful. Love.
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Author: OhHarrietHoran
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