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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

As Aeliana excused herself from the table, I was left alone with my parents, Thalia and Lucie. The comfortable, playful atmosphere we'd had during dinner faded, replaced by a more serious tension.

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "Alright, what's the real reason you're here?" I asked, my tone sharp. They rarely visited just to check in; there was always an agenda.

Thalia, with her striking red and white hair and ever-present aura of authority, leaned forward. "Ciara, we're worried about you," she began, her voice soft but firm. Lucie, with her kind green eyes and soft blond hair, nodded in agreement, her expression mirroring Thalia's concern.

"Worried?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I'm fine. I have everything under control."

Lucie sighed, reaching across the table to touch my hand. "Sweetheart, one-night stands and casual flings might seem satisfying, but they're not enough. You deserve more—something real, something lasting."

Kiss her