Two Hearts That Could Never Meet
Felix Sterling had a thing for women who reminded him of his first love.
I happened to look about eighty percent like the woman he had lost.
Because of that, he spoiled me rotten and turned me into a spoiled, arrogant woman who got whatever she wanted.
Whenever some foolish woman dared to provoke me, I would track down her home, even at three in the morning, and slap her dozens of times.
Felix never said a harsh word to me.
He simply cleaned up the messes I left behind.
That was until a woman who looked even more like his first love appeared.
Her name was Vivian Hart.
The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees.
With tears in her eyes, she pleaded, “I heard you’re really good at