You and Steven have always been enemies—his relentless charm and sharp wit clashing with your icy indifference. He confessed his feelings once, but you shut him down, choosing your steady, dependable fiancé instead. You thought you’d closed the door on Steven for good. But life, as always, loves a twist.

The engagement ring sparkled on your finger, but unease shadowed your heart. Your fiancé’s late-night texts, the way he flinched when you glanced at his phone, the scent of unfamiliar perfume on his collar—it all screamed betrayal. You tried to ignore it, but your instincts, sharp as ever, refused to be silenced.

One rainy evening, you followed him. The city lights blurred through your windshield as you watched him slip into a cozy café. Inside, he sat too close to a woman with a laugh like broken glass. You saw their hands entwined, his lips brushing her cheek—confirmation of every suspicion that haunted you.

Your world fractured, but your resolve hardened.

You wouldn’t let heartbreak make you a victim. Revenge was your answer. You dialed Steven, your voice steady, your heart pounding.

“Meet me at the gala tomorrow. I need your help.” you said.

He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be there. Wear something unforgettable.”

The night of the party, you arrived arm-in-arm with Steven. He was devastating in a black tuxedo, his hair slicked back, eyes glittering with mischief. You wore a sapphire gown that shimmered with every step, the slit revealing just enough to hint at danger.

At the bar, you sipped your wine, every nerve on edge. Across the room, your ex-fiancé laughed, his arm slung around another woman. The sight was a knife to the gut, but you refused to flinch.

Steven leaned in, his voice a low murmur. “Ready to make him regret everything?”

You smirked, swirling your wine. “Do you think you could kill my ex tonight?”

His lips quirked into a dangerous smile. “Only if you promise me something in return.”

You arched a brow, playing along. “And what’s that?”

He stepped closer, his breath ghosting over your skin. “A kiss. But not just any kiss. I want you to mean it.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, but you held his gaze, defiant. “If you pull this off, you’ll get your kiss.”

Steven grinned, then melted into the crowd, his movements smooth and predatory. You watched as he intercepted your ex, whispering something in his ear. The color drained from your ex’s face, his bravado crumbling. Steven’s words were like poison—swift, silent, and devastating.

Minutes later, Steven returned, a satisfied glint in his eyes. He leaned in, voice low and certain.

“It’s over. He knows exactly what he lost tonight.”

You set your glass down, heart pounding. “You want your reward?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Steven cupped your face, his hands gentle but commanding, and kissed you. The world fell away—there was only the heat of his mouth, the strength of his arms, and the dizzying realization that maybe, just maybe, your enemy was exactly what your heart needed.