He received a request She made a choice They both met in the middle

The world sees strength. The tabloids see perfection. But behind the cameras, betrayal and lust eat the administration alive. And one jealous wife is ready to take them all down.

A single attorney's and widower's journey to something they never expected or knew they needed.

Howard University, 1996 Barack Obama (19), a smooth, guarded Howard sophomore hiding childhood pain behind a campus-king swagger. Kamala Harris (18), a brilliant, painfully shy freshman armed with color-coded highlighters and homemade cookies. Barack rules campus with a smile and a promise never to stay. Kamala rules the front row with highlighters and zero interest in games. Forced together on a Torts project worth half their grade, the campus player bets his boys he'll have the church girl before the deadline. He expects easy. He gets homemade cookies, quiet library nights, and a girl who sees every crack in his armor. One cruel joke almost ends it. One plate of Miss Lorraine's fried chicken almost begins it. Between chocolate chip cookies and whispered "goodnights," two guarded hearts discover that love doesn't always leave; sometimes it waits on the third floor for someone brave enough to stop running. This story is completely fictional.

Enemies. Lovers. Coworkers. Co-parents. A political slow-burn that lasts a decade. San Francisco • 2009 - District Attorney Kamala Harris built her empire on ambition and composure. Mayor Gavin Newsom built his on charisma and chaos. They were rivals before they even shook hands, the state's favorite feud-until the late nights, the press leaks, and the kind of chemistry that can ruin careers. What starts as politics becomes obsession. What begins as rivalry turns into everything they can't control. Five years later, she's Attorney General. He's Governor. There's a child in the middle, a secret she's still hiding, and a history they can't bury no matter how many press conferences they survive. They fight, they break, they rebuild. They love other people, lose each other, and keep finding their way back. It's not healthy. It's not simple. It's them - and it's real. Politics. Power. Parenthood. Passion. Welcome to the most dysfunctional love story California's ever seen.

A Obamala story „The house was quiet and completely dark except for one room illuminated by an old lamp. A woman was looking at pictures on a sideboard behind the couch. Her eyes stopped at the picture of two little girls. She picked up the picture and walked to a big window beside the couch. For minutes she stared out the window, while tears were streaming down her face. When she looked back at the picture she smiled remembering that day. Her daughters."

Doug: Barack Obama messed with my family one too many times. He wouldn't leave us alone. Leave her alone. For that he will pay.

Slow-burn, enemies-to-former-lovers-to-something-undefined, Power & ambition Kamala's unstoppable work ethic vs. motherly softness, Gavin's strict, messy vulnerability under his polished exterior Arabella as the innocent anchor and light between them The pain of old love, unspoken wounds, jealousy, guilt, fear of repeating mistakes Questioning what "family" truly means, After their daughter starts to go through a mental outbreak, her parents being the cause.

This is a terrible story people want it back though.