Lavender faced the ultimate betrayal after discovering that her fiancé, the man she loved most, had been using her all along. He had only dated her to seek revenge against her father and to claim everything her late mother had left her as a gift to his real fiancee.

Devastated, Lavender lost everything she owned to him, and her family was plunged into dire poverty as a result. Heartbroken, she fled her past, running away from her disowned father and the agonizing pain. She dedicated her life to caring for the "blessings" her ex-fiancé had left behind.

But just when Lavender thought she had found a measure of peace, everything starts falling apart again. Forced to reconcile with her ex, Lavender is torn—he is a changed man now, but to her, he remains an enemy. As her bottled-up emotions resurface, past cases reopening, and his persistent efforts to win back her affection intensify, how long can Lavender's hatred last?

It Should Have Been Like This

 Rominic tugged at my hair and smiled on my lips when I moaned into his mouth. I knew he was trying not to push his luck by touching my body, so my hair was just fine. His taste still hadn't change, a sea of sweetness. He got his taste from his sugar obsession. He ate more junk food than his own kids. The taste always pulled me in for more and it was doing it again. 


 Fortunately, we both needed air so we pulled apart hesitantly. I tried my best to focus on the situation at hand, but my mind kept wandering back to the fresh plump lips I made swollen, his taste and his scent suffocating me in a good way. Neither of us tried to pull away, at least he didn't try and focus on kissing my jaw line to my ears but careful enough not to kiss my neck as he didn't want to push me too far. I was still trying to recover from my pant but my body was pressing against his, refusing to let go. 


Just for the plan