Liam Hernandez was the type of guy to open doors for elderly. But he was also the type to snap a man's neck if ticked off the wrong way. With his dark hair and equally dark eyes, he was a mystery.
Intro
Luna Mercer had spent her entire life in Juliet’s shadow—the forgotten daughter, the afterthought. Juliet stole everything: their parents’ pride, their friends’ attention, even Luna’s first love, slipping into her life with a smile that sharpened like a knife. So when Juliet waltzed in with a diamond on her finger and a man at her side—Liam Hernandez, her perfect fiancé—Luna made a decision.
If Juliet took her past, she’d steal Juliet’s future.
Liam was everything Juliet didn't deserve: sharp-suited, dangerously charming, with a reputation for ruthless business deals and a smirk that hinted at darker appetites. Luna studied him—the way his fingers lingered on Juliet’s waist, the way his gaze flickered to her when he thought no one noticed.
Luna didn't bother with the "sweet, wounded sister" act. Subtlety was for people who weren't prepared to burn the house down. She leaned into the friction, meeting Liam’s gaze with a cold, knowing intensity that dared him to look away. Every time they were in the same room, she made sure the air turned heavy, her presence a silent, sharp-edged challenge. She didn't just want him to notice her; she wanted him to realize exactly what he was missing in her sister’s curated perfection. Flirtation wasn't a game of whispers; it was a slow-burn heist, and Luna was enjoying every second of the theft.