Blurb：
He destroyed my life. Now he's begging for forgiveness. Discover the intense, heart-wrenching story of a girl who fell for her online soulmate Ryan, only to discover he's her real-life tormentor Ethan Cross. This gripping enemies-to-lovers romance explores betrayal, revenge, and the shocking truth behind dual identities. When the boy who crushed her hand under his boot turns out to be the same person who sent her loving messages online, she must navigate a dangerous game of love and revenge. Perfect for fans of dark romance, bully romance, and stories about hidden identities with powerful emotional payoff.Content：
I ended up with the boy who destroyed my life.Three years ago, I begged Ethan Cross to leave me alone. He crushed my hand under his boot and called me trash.
Three years later, he was on his knees, sobbing, begging me not to leave him. And I threw those same words right back in his face.
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I was pinned against the wall. The alley smelled of stale beer and desperation. My fingers, trembling, typed one last message to the only person who understood me, the boy I’d fallen for online.
Then, the monster’s phone chimed.
Ethan Cross pulled out his phone, and the cold cruelty in his eyes vanished, replaced by a softness that made my stomach twist.
He sent the message, and a second later, my own phone buzzed silently in my pocket.
It was the custom notification I’d set for him. For my Ryan.
My head snapped up. There he was, under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlight, the sharp, perfect line of his jaw and the delicate features I knew so well. He was the spitting image of my Ryan.
But the cigarette dangling from his lips, the dark violence simmering in his gaze… that was a stranger. This was not the sweet, bookish boy from the photos.
For a dizzying moment, I couldn’t separate them. Was this my sweet Ryan, my online confidant? Or was this Tiffany Reed’s notorious boyfriend, the walking nightmare known as Ethan Cross?
“Ethan, that’s the bitch who slashed my new purse!” Tiffany shrieked, her voice a weapon. She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at me, her eyes glinting with triumph. “She’s just jealous because she’s poor. White trash with sticky fingers.”
“I didn’t…”
I didn’t ruin her purse.
She’d slapped me out of nowhere a few days ago. When she went to do it again, I ducked. She lost her balance, stumbled, and scraped her brand new, twenty-thousand-dollar bag against the brick wall.
She’d screamed that I would pay for it. When I told her I couldn’t, she promised her boyfriend, Ethan Cross, would make me.
I knew who Ethan was. Everyone did. He was from one of those old-money families with a business empire downtown. The rumors were dark—connections to unsavory people, a reputation for brutal, cold-blooded fights. They called him a demon, someone who wasn't afraid of anything.
I just never imagined that the demon and my sweet, gentle Ryan could be the same person.
Ethan pushed himself off the wall and walked toward me. The warm lamplight did nothing to soften the icy chill in his eyes. His tall frame cast a long, suffocating shadow over me.
My fists clenched. I heard his voice, devoid of all emotion.
“Two choices. Pay for the bag, or get on your knees and apologize.”
The cold, dismissive tone was a world away from the tender, loving words he’d sent me just minutes before. My mind short-circuited. A reckless, desperate hope flared inside me. I looked straight at him.
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