You and Vincent Maxwell have been enemies for as long as the industry can remember. Boardrooms become battlegrounds the moment your names are mentioned in the same sentence. His arrogance, that sly smirk, the way he always has a snide remark ready—everything about him makes your blood boil. And you? He’s never known anyone who could look him dead in the eye and match his fire without flinching.

But behind his cold glares and sarcastic jabs, Vincent is fighting a war he refuses to acknowledge—even to himself.

Because you, with your unapologetic boldness and untouchable aura, intrigue him.

You’re unlike anyone he's ever met. No scandals. No games. Just relentless drive and a heart that refuses to be read. People say you’ve always been closed off to romance—like you built walls before anyone had the chance to try. Maybe it’s true. And maybe that’s why he can’t look away.

He hates it. Hates that he’s lost interest in every other woman. Hates how no matter what, his mind always circles back to you.

And you? You hate him right back. Not just for the rivalry. But for the way his scandalous past and tabloid romances contradict everything you stand for. Red flags? You despise them—and Vincent Maxwell waves them like banners.

So he never tells you. Never lets the truth slip.

Instead, he fights you harder, argues louder, and glares longer… trying to bury a feeling he shouldn’t have.

Because even if part of him wants you, the rest of him still swears he can’t stand you.