Half Of Me, Half Of Him.

Kirana Bay Clifton is officially heartbroken.

Her perfect life was just an impractical illusion. An illusion that could be broken by just one flick of a switch. A scarcity of light, that now leaves her in the dark. She was in love, so in love, with the dark haired, handsome boy she had called her boyfriend.

So in love that she had no idea that he was:
a) Cheating on her with her stepsister.
b) Using her to make his ex-girlfriend jealous.
c) Imperfect.

He was an asshole, the kind you find in movies, books, the kind you call a player. Even with all this in mind, it was still so hard, so impossible to push him off the pedestal she had always put him on. There was always ropes, to hold onto his feet. Railings, to steady him.

Yes, Kirana Bay Clifton was officially heartbroken. Until...

Until.

The infamous Roman James Anderson, heir to a wealthy law firm. He stood as if he owned the world. Brown hair a tousled mess, yet he still managed to look gorgeous. There was just one problem.

Roman is a heartbreaker, and heartbreakers destroy hearts.

Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?