𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 is bold, fiery, and fiercely independent. She thrives on challenges, especially against her rival Zayden, and answers to no one but her family. ━━༺✿༻━━ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐧 is a confident, powerful force who thrives on competition. He clashes with his rival Zara but hides a vulnerable side beneath his tough exterior. ━━༺✿༻━━ Zara Ashford and Zayden Drakon have always been fierce rivals, their fiery clashes sparking tension and competition at every turn. When an arranged marriage binds them together, their animosity takes a new form, igniting a dangerous chemistry neither can ignore. As they navigate their tumultuous relationship, both struggle with their strong egos and stubborn pride. What begins as a battle of wills soon reveals deeper emotions, forcing them to confront their unspoken feelings. Will they surrender to the undeniable attraction, or will their fierce rivalry keep them locked in a cycle of conflict? In a story where passion collides with pride, Zara and Zayden must decide if they can turn their enemies-to-lovers dynamic into something real. ━━༺✿༻━━ ~𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬~ •Enemies with benefits •Red Flag × Red Flag •Contract Marriage •Elder son × Elder daughter •Fashion designer × Actress •Ego×Ego •Dark Romance ━━༺✿༻━━ This is my original work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please do not copy.

"Please, don't hurt me" I say, my voice just above a whisper. "If you hurt me, I won't be able to trust anyone again" "My little Devil" he says, cupping my cheeks. "I would rather kill myself than to hurt you" "Pinky promise?" I say, giving him my pinky finger. He wraps his pinky finger around mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine, like always. "Pinky promise." He smiles, that smile alone can make me wet and happy at the same time. His thumb brushes against my cheek, his touch softer than I ever expected from someone like him. "You don't believe me, do you?" he murmurs, tilting his head. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the way my heart is hammering in my chest. No, I don't. Because people like you always leave. But I can't say that. Not when he's looking at me like this. Instead, I whisper, "I want to." His grip tightens around my pinky, just slightly. "Then let me prove it to you." His faces inches closer, I can feel his breath on my lips. "What are you-" he cuts me off "Shh" he says, putting his index finger on my lips. "I am proving it to you" Just as his lips were about to touch mine. Amara enters the room. "Oh my fucking god, did I just witnessed my bestfriend almost getting kissed by my brother!?!? Oh lord, I am gonna passout" Once a drama queen, always a drama queen. Give this story a chance and I hope that I don't disappoint you 🌹✨