In the buzzing heart of Chicago, where fortunes are made and broken with the flick of a wrist, a Bengali girl, Ahana Mehek's dreams shine as brightly as the jewels she crafts in her jewelry store.
Tristan, a brooding Italian billionaire, is usual to getting his way. As he navigates the ruthless world of business, his path collides with Ahana's in a clash of wills and egos. When a deal slips through his fingers into the hands of this feisty jewelry designer.
Infuriate by Ahana's unexpected victory, he vows to crush the woman who dared to defy him. "I will ruin you, Ms. Mehek," he growls, his voice laced with venom. "I will crush you. Make no mistake, you will regret this."
Ahana, unfazed by Tristan's threats, meets his gaze with steely resolve. "You're an arrogant prick, Mr. Russo, and I'm not scared of you," she retorts, her voice steady despite the storm brewing within. "I did get the deal fair and square, you asshole. And there is no way I am giving it to you. You can't buy me Mr. Russo. Game on, like you, I never lose."
Their rivalry escalates, fueled by a deep-seated resentment that threatens to consume them both. But as the battle lines are drawn, fate intervenes with a twist neither of them saw coming, forcing them into a marriage of convenience with their sworn enemy.
Amidst the turmoil of their rivalry relationship, a fragile truce is forged, forcing them to confront their world. As the lines between love and hate blur, "Tangled Fates" explores the transformative power of love and the redemption that lies within.
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"What?" I ask. He brings his hand to my face. His fingertips brush my lips.
"What would you do," he says, "If I kissed you right now?"
"I'd probably push you away," I say, and huff out a nervous laugh.
I've never been a good liar, and Nate can probably tell because the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he leans a little closer to me. "I really want to find out if that's true or not," he tells me.
I'm too frozen to say anything. I'm too frozen to move or breathe, really. Nate's hand snakes around the back of my neck gently. The rings on his fingers cool my burning neck.
"Relax," he whispers, and then he closes the distance between us.
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Nate Miller left three years ago. Packed a bag in the dead of the night, snuck out the back door, and caught the only bus out of Woodvale, his wretched town.
He left Adya behind to pick up the pieces.
She had to console his grandmother. She had to bury her feelings for him. She had to deal with her addict mother. And when Nate returns, everything becomes more complicated.
Can they mend and repair the friendship they had? Can they handle if their friendship turns into something more? Adya isn't one to trust, not after Nate left; and Nate is cracking under the weight of his emotions. Is love too much to ask from either of them?
Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Substance Abuse