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Ciara Cromwell, 28 , the alluring and rebellious daughter of the Demon Queens, is known for her striking beauty, characterized by her stark white hair, piercing red eyes, and the black horns adorning her forehead. With a reputation as a heartbreaker, Ciara revels in fleeting romances and one-night stands, scoffing at the notion of true love.

Contrasting her tumultuous life is Aeliana Whitfield, a diligent and kind-hearted human girl determined to make a difference. At 26, Aeliana works tirelessly as an assistant to Leora, Ciara's wise and powerful grandmother. Aeliana’s inner beauty matches her outer appearance, Black hair green eyes a beatiful face and body though she often hides her stunning looks beneath modest attire. Unlike the many who fall for Ciara's charm, Aeliana despises her and would rather face any peril than succumb to her advances.

When Leora, seeing the potential for something greater, decides to use the Perfect Match system to pair Ciara with her true love, the results shock everyone: Ciara and Aeliana are the perfect match of each other. Bound by fate and the whims of a powerful enchantment, the two women must navigate their animosity and discover whether love can truly bloom between a demoness who scorns it and a human who yearns for it.

The heartbreaker perfect match

The moment I saw Ciara fainting at the castle entrance was etched in my mind. It was a whirlwind of panic and adrenaline. One moment she was standing there, bloodied and battered, and the next she was collapsing to the ground. Without thinking, I rushed to her side, shouting for help.

"Guards! Somebody, help!" My voice echoed off the stone walls.

Two guards immediately ran over, their expressions alarmed. Together, we carefully lifted Ciara, trying not to jostle her too much. Her injuries looked severe, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. Despite everything, seeing her like this hurt more than I expected.

"Take her to the infirmary, now!" I ordered, my voice trembling slightly.

The guards nodded and carried her inside, with me following closely behind. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts. How had she gotten so badly injured? What had happened to her? And why did I feel such a strong urge to make sure she was okay?

None of your business