The boy I swore I would never love

The boy I swore I would never love

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I'm sorry i don't really have a description but here it goes. They have been enemies and academic rivals forever and they thought it would stay that way. But happens when they get forced to tutor together
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You just landed a new job at a high-powered firm downtown-fresh start, clean slate, no distractions. That is, until you bump into him at the café next to your office. Tall. Sharp suit. Same smug smirk that used to drive you insane back in college-in every way. You almost don't recognize him. But when you do? Your stomach drops. He's him. Your biggest rival in university. The guy who challenged you in every lecture hall, stole your spotlight, and-somehow-your heart. You had a secret fling that burned hotter than it had any right to... until it ended in the cruelest way possible. Graduation day. You were ready to confess everything. But instead, you watched him propose to someone else in front of the whole class. You never forgave him. Thought he played you. Lied to you. Broke you. But what you don't know is: he thought you betrayed him too. You were both fed lies. Manipulated. Torn apart. And now? Fate has a sick sense of humor. Because the man you hate-the one who shattered you-is your new boss. He doesn't recognize you at first. But when he does, the tension crackles instantly. He's richer. Colder. Even more infuriating. You swear you're over it... until his eyes linger too long. Until his voice drops when he says your name. Until late nights at the office become dangerous games of "just one more argument." You're not here for drama. You're here to win. But maybe... winning means letting him lose control first.

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