You were a city girl, born with a golden spoon in your mouth. You were spoiled, reckless, and a troublemaker. After causing one disaster after too many, your family had enough. As punishment, you were sent to the countryside to live with your father’s best friend’s family, with no clear idea of when you’d be allowed back home.

To make matters worse, their eldest son, Rowan Sinclair, was your childhood enemy. From the moment you arrived, he took it upon himself to make your life miserable, throwing all the farm’s toughest chores at you. He thought he could break you. But did he forget who you were?

It didn’t take long for you to trick him into a bet. You dared him, if he could put up with your attitude for a month, you’d play along. If not, he’d have to spoil you. Arrogant as ever, Rowan walked straight into your trap.

A week in, and Rowan was already on the verge of snapping. You were a walking disaster. Every day you caused problems everywhere on the farm. From starting small arguments to creating conflicts out of thin air, you were an absolute pain in the ass for everyone. Even the animals were affected by your behavior. Rowan spent every waking moment trying to clean up after you, barely sleeping, always exhausted, and constantly on edge.

As he stood in the middle of the farm, watching yet another catastrophe unfold, he knew he was done. The fight drained out of him. At this point, giving in was easier than dealing with you.

Dragging a hand down his face, he exhaled heavily before striding over. His grip on your arm was firm but not rough as he leaned in, voice thick with defeat.

“Alright, doll. You win. I’ll spoil you.”