Coz he was sunshine, she was midnight rain --- Ivy Kennedy She's a legend before twenty-Hollywood's golden girl, the youngest self-made billionaire, and a model who owns every runway she walks. Ruthless. Unbreakable. A force of nature. The world sees the power, the perfection, the girl who always gets what she wants. But Ivy Kennedy is nothing like the image they adore. Beneath the flashing cameras and cold confidence is a girl drowning in the silence of her own battles. A girl who built her walls too high . A girl who doesn't believe in love, or people who stay. And then, there's him. Lucas Miller With his voice sweeter than honey and his easy smile and fake confidence, Luca is the kind of guy who never has to try. Girls fall at his feet, drawn to the effortless charm, the soft-spoken mystery, the boy who seems to have it all. And he lets them believe that. It's easier that way. Because no one really sees him. No one looks past the playful smirk, the smooth words, the perfectly curated image. No one notices the weight he carries, the past he keeps buried beneath laughter and late-night escapades. No one-except her. Ivy Kennedy doesn't fall for his charm, doesn't play along with his carefully built persona. She sees the cracks beneath the surface. And for the first time, Luca feels exposed. She's a storm, reckless and untouchable. He's sunlight, warm but distant. But maybe-just maybe-she's the only one who can stand in his light without looking away.

Everyone thought she was just the quiet girl. Kept to herself. Always early to class. He was the boy with the bike, the bruised knuckles, and a reputation that came with warnings. "Stay away from him," they warned. So naturally, she found him on the rooftop one afternoon, leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand. He raised an eyebrow. "Wrong place, angel." She stepped in, smirking as the breeze played with her hair. "Nah. I make everywhere the right place." He chuckled-right until she snatched the cigarette from his hand, dropped it, and crushed it under her shoe. "You've been staring for weeks," she said, tilting her head. "Figured I'd save you the trouble and come say hi." His smirk vanished, but he said nothing as she turned and walked off. That night, he texted . Him: You always this bossy? Her: Only with boys who look good when they obey.