─── ⋆⋅ೀ⋅⋆ ── "I hate you," I whispered. His lips connected back to mine in haste. I tugged at the strands of his hair. I couldn't get enough of him. His lips, his taste. But I wouldn't admit that to him, or anyone for that matter, ever. Maybe this was all for the show. After all, we were acting, right? But it sure as hell didn't feel like acting. Not when his hands roamed my body and our tongues tangled together. When we both pulled back for a breath, he had just enough time to grin and murmur, "I hate you more." "she slaughtered his past, and he has every intention to break her." ─── ⋆⋅ೀ⋅⋆ ── She was what everyone wanted, something untouchable. Perfect body and Lorenzo's enemy. They despised each other. But problems occur and they are forced to fake date. a charade filled with relentless attempts to push each other's buttons. Can two hearts, scarred and battered by life, mend in the unexpected folds of love? Or will the haunting shadows of the past prove too formidable to overcome?