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Astra Dahlia Calderon was raised on two principles: excellence and legacy. As the only daughter of the Calderon Group's future CEO, she was molded for leadership long before she understood it. Failure was unacceptable-especially to Elijah Simon Moreau.
Elijah was everything she despised. Calm to her fire, effortless where she struggled, brilliant with a smug, crooked smile. As the heir of Moreau Industries-her family's greatest rival-he always claimed Rank 1.
"Looks like silver is your color," he'd say.
"Enjoy it while it lasts," she'd snap back.
Their rivalry was infamous. But beneath the competition, something quieter grew.
Late-night debates. Shared silences in empty libraries. Comfort in knowing someone else carried the same crushing expectations.
Elijah noticed first-Astra's shaking hands, her rare moments of doubt. He teased her losses harder, hiding concern behind rivalry.
Astra noticed later-how he saved her a seat, defended her name, softened when she was overwhelmed.
Falling in love wasn't dramatic.
It was subtle. Terrifying. Inconvenient.
They still competed in public, still played enemies. But in private, they studied together, laughed too freely, and dreamed of futures untouched by corporate wars and inherited crowns.
The problem wasn't their families' rivalry.
It was what they represented.
Loving each other felt like betrayal-to their names, their futures, themselves.
Yet every loss hurt less with him.
Every win felt empty without her.
In the end, the question wasn't whether they'd choose each other-
But what they were willing to lose to do so.