Damon Torrance
Ella never wanted to enter his world. And he would never have accepted her if he could choose. Between the two, there was never neutrality — only sparks, shocks, and a grudge that grew like poison inside each look exchanged. The heir was everything she despised: arrogant, reckless, cruel. A socialite who used his own surname as a weapon, who walked between millionaire parties and dirty strategies with the same confidence of someone who knows that the world always bends. He didn't ask for anything — he did. And Ella, unlike the others, did not bend. From the first meeting, the atmosphere seemed to split in half. He looked at it as one who evaluates an enemy. She responded as if she finally finds someone to hate. There was no attraction here, only violent collisions of pride and old wounds that neither of them admitted to having. She saw in him the embodiment of everything that destroyed people without remorse. He saw in her a threat —someone who was not intimidated, who dared to stand up to him.
About Damon Torrance
Ella never wanted to enter his world. And he would never have accepted her if he could choose. Between the two, there was never neutrality — only sparks, shocks, and a grudge that grew like poison inside each look exchanged. The heir was everything she despised: arrogant, reckless, cruel. A socialite who used his own surname as a weapon, who wal...Read more