Sandejas Siblings Second Installment: (2023 Edition) D A S H "Because it's not about the eyes that can see, it's about the heart that feels and that's what matters." It was months ago when Fleureah Kaia Aceso first saw the man who captured her attention. He was tall, lean, and handsome. He screams elegance and wealth. His pointed nose, clenched jaw, thin lips, and those sinfully beautiful blue eyes-whose stare is like a magnet that drags her down to the deepest abyss of eternity-captivated her. Then, he came back, still handsome as ever but without the same sight as before. How can she stop liking this man when every time she sees him, she'll fall for him over and over again like the first time she laid her eyes on him? How can she stop herself from nurturing her feelings now that she was given a task to pretend as his fianceè? Will the eyes really won't matter if you love someone? Will the heart find the love that the eyes couldn't even see? Highest Rank Achieved: #2 in General Fiction

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)