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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

I watched Aeliana walk away, her figure retreating down the hall. The thought of her going on a date with Nathaniel gnawed at me. I smirked, despite the bitterness in my chest. Well, maybe she wasn't that great. At least with this injury, it looked like Leora had given me back my magic. Small victories.

I focused on my hand, willing the familiar warmth of my purple fire magic to manifest. A small flame flickered to life, dancing in my palm. Relief washed over me. I had my magic back. Maybe being beaten to a pulp by that rogue demon yesterday wasn't entirely worthless.

I decided to take a quick shower, though the thought of moving around with my injuries made me cringe. Each step towards the bathroom was a reminder of the demon's strength. "Fucking bastard," I muttered, cursing the demon and its relentless attacks. But in a twisted way, I was grateful. The encounter had resulted in Leora restoring my magic, and that was worth a few bruises.

Asshole