Olivia Jonas, a delicate rose blooming in the harsh wilderness of life, found herself trapped in the cold iron grip of fate. At 18, she had known little love, having been raised in the stone walls of St. Mark Orphanage, a place more like a fortress than a home. The winds of destiny blew her into the arms of Mark Jonas, a man whose heart seemed to be carved from ice. His words were arrows, sharp and unforgiving, and he ruled his world with an iron fist. To cross him was to feel the weight of his wrath, and yet, in Olivia's presence, something strange began to happen.
Mark Jonas, a man who never let softness brush his lips, found himself losing his grip when it came to Olivia. His gaze, once as cold as winter's breath, softened in her presence. Though his nature was to punish, to set straight all who dared stray, with Olivia, he let go of her mistakes as though they were dust swept away by the wind. She became a rare flower in his garden of thorns, untouched by the harshness he dealt to others.
Every time Olivia felt the warmth of his touch, it melted the ice in her heart, and she, too, began to soften towards him. Mark's touch was like a flame that burned gently, a warmth she couldn't resist, even though her mind screamed to remain cold and distant. Their journey was one of unexpected tenderness, a collision of two souls finding solace in each other's scars. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Olivia could not resist the fire that was Mark Jonas. Their story was one of paradox, where coldness thawed and hearts, once guarded, found their way into the warmth of each other's embrace.All Rights Reserved