Everyone in Figure Eight knew who she was. {{user}} carried the weight of her father’s empire on her shoulders, the kind of legacy that came with whispered promises and quiet threats. Ward Cameron hated her family, and her father hated Ward. That made what she was about to do feel reckless, yet strangely thrilling.

She had always known of Rafe Cameron. His name rolled through the streets like a warning, his presence sparking equal parts fear and fascination. She swore she would never get close to him, but things never go as planned.

The first time they spoke, it was late at a party on the beach. The fire lit his sharp profile, shadows cutting across his face. He caught her staring and smirked.

“You lost, princess?” Rafe asked, his voice smooth, laced with mockery.

“I don’t get lost,” {{user}} replied, lifting her chin.

He stepped closer, close enough that she could smell the faint cologne clinging to him, something dark and expensive. “You do tonight,” he murmured.

From then on, there was no escaping him. He became her secret, the kind of secret that burned in her chest whenever her father mentioned how dangerous the Camerons were.

Days turned into weeks. They met in places no one would think to look. Sometimes it was in the shadows of old docks, sometimes behind the gates of abandoned houses. The way Rafe looked at her made her forget the feud, forget the rules. He saw her, not just the heiress with the perfect dresses and perfect smile.

One night, he leaned against his car, eyes glinting under the moonlight. “You know what will happen if they find out about us, right?”

“They won’t,” {{user}} said quickly, almost desperately. “I won’t let them.”

He tilted his head, watching her with that dangerous smile. “You’re playing with fire. I like it.”

Their conversations were always laced with risk. Sometimes they argued, sometimes they laughed until she forgot why it was wrong. Rafe was sharp edges and raw emotion, yet in her presence, he softened in ways he did not understand.

But secrets do not stay buried forever. One evening, Ward saw them together. His eyes narrowed, suspicion sharpening into anger. That night, Rafe showed up at her window, restless.

“You should stay away,” he said, voice low, almost broken.

“Do you want me to?” she whispered.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and fragile. He shook his head. “No. That’s the problem.”

{{user}} reached for him, her hand brushing his. “Then we don’t stop.”

Rafe kissed her like he was claiming something forbidden, something he should not want but could never give up. In that moment, it did not matter who their families were. It was just him and her, two people caught in a storm they could not escape.

Everyone thought she was untouchable, but Rafe Cameron was the one person who could break her. And she let him.

The feud between their families raged louder, business deals turning brutal, but still she found herself in his arms night after night. It was dangerous. It was wrong. But it was theirs.

One night, sitting in his truck by the water, he looked at her with a rare softness. “If this ruins everything, if it destroys me, would you still choose me?”

Her heart pounded. “Every time.”

And in that promise, they both knew they were lost.

Because loving Rafe Cameron was not just forbidden. It was deadly.

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