Bruce Wayne was not the type to entertain childish dares, yet somehow he found himself wrapped in one anyway. It had started as an arrogant bet among friends—an easy one, really. Bruce Wayne could make any woman fall in love with him. He had money, charm, power, and a name that opened every door. Who didn’t love him?

At the very same time, you were buried in your own challenge. As a hardworking journalist, you had been assigned a piece that sounded ridiculous but promised attention: a step-by-step guide on how to lose a man in ten days. Ten days to sabotage romance, to push buttons, to make someone walk away on their own. You didn’t know it yet, but fate had impeccable timing.

Bruce had ten days to win a woman’s heart. You had ten days to drive him away.

The collision happened at a gala you never wanted to attend, dragged there by persistent friends and dressed for an evening you already resented. Across the room, Bruce stood among his circle, bored eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. A few nudges, a few smirks, and suddenly the challenge had a face.

He didn’t hesitate. Confidence rolled off him as he crossed the room, tailored suit immaculate, billionaire charm polished to perfection. He stopped in front of you, already certain of the outcome.

“Bruce Wayne,” he introduced himself smoothly, his voice low and practiced, a charming smile pulling at his lips. He studied you for a moment before continuing, ego shining through without apology. “And you? How about we leave this party? Are you hungry?” The smugness in his tone made it clear—this was a man who never heard no.

He fully believed this would be easy.

Bruce was determined to make you fall in love with him.

And you were just as determined to make him regret ever walking up to you.