Live, Laugh, Loathe

Live, Laugh, Loathe

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What happens when a man you loathe becomes your boss? And then your baby-daddy? I guess they don't say "there's a fine line between love and hate" for nothing.
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In a world where money commanded loyalty and power dictated fate, choice was a luxury neither Alexander Morelli nor Eleanor Harrison had ever truly been granted. Their fathers, titans of industry, had built empires out of steel, concrete, and ruthlessness. Rivals for decades, they finally found common ground in a deal that promised more than profits - it promised legacy. The terms were simple. To merge two dynasties into one unstoppable force, their children would unite in marriage. Alexander saw the arrangement as a cage, one lined with gold but still a prison. Eleanor Harrison was, to him, a pampered princess - entitled, arrogant, and infuriatingly stubborn. She had grown up in the spotlight, untouchable and polished, the very image of privilege. Eleanor, in turn, loathed everything about Alexander Morelli. He was a narcissist with too much charm for his own good, a man who wielded his smile like a weapon and collected women as carelessly as others collected fine wine. To bind herself to him was unthinkable, a punishment dressed as partnership. Yet neither of them could refuse. Not without shattering everything their families had built. Not without declaring war. So, under the weight of obligation and power, they were forced together - not by love, not by choice, but by empire. And as the walls of their shared home closed in, hatred burned hot between them. Sharp words. Silent standoffs. Clashing wills. But hatred has a dangerous way of blurring into something else. Something neither of them expected. Something that might ruin them... or save them.

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