The Artist She Couldn't Hate

The Artist She Couldn't Hate

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Ficción
Romance
Opuestos se Atraen
Enemies to Lovers
Slice of Life
What happens when a woman who hates artists more than anything ends up falling for one? Phea Luna, the owner of a famous Art gallery. She loves Art.... Paintings are her comfort, her silent companions. 🌷 But the tragedy is that she despises the very hands that create them. "An artist can never truly love their art." She had clung to that belief for years... shaped by a past trauma. Until she met Ian Jewel. An artist, with paint-stained hands and a heart, full of pride for his profession. Ian's kindness slowly melts the Ice castle Phea has built around her, and without realizing it, she starts falling for him. But there is one thing neither of them knows about each other- Their true identities. And when the truth is finally unveiled, Phea tried to step back...but it was already late. Every rule she wrote begins to blur like wet paint. "If I can't control what I FEEL, then I will control what I WANT...WHOM I want." ✨ And for the first time, she decides to claim both- the Art and the Artist. 🥀
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Prologue - When Hearts Break Betrayal doesn't scream. It whispers. It seeps in like poison, invisible at first, until one day you wake up and realize you've been dying quietly inside. That was me. A wife. A mother. A woman discarded for someone else's smile on a glowing screen. He was supposed to be my forever. Instead, he became my wound. Eight months later, I'm still learning how to breathe without bleeding. Two children look at me with eyes too wise for their years. Han, seventeen, carrying silence like armor. Bella, six, asking me why Ami cries at night when the world is asleep. I tell her it's just allergies. She doesn't believe me. Some nights, I wonder if I still exist beyond the roles I'm forced to carry-mother, provider, survivor. Is there still a woman left inside me? Or did she die the night she saw the truth blinking on his phone? And then, in the middle of that loneliness, I met him. Not in the real world, but behind a username. Mr× A stranger with shadows darker than mine. A man broken by betrayal, scarred by addiction, living with an illness that became his shame. We should have never crossed paths. But broken souls recognize each other. And sometimes, even in the darkest places, love finds a way to whisper back. This isn't a fairy tale. This is a story of two wounded hearts, meeting in the rain of their ruins, daring to dream of sunlight again.

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