Sergio Lopez

Sergio Lopez, the heir of most prestigious family in the country. At just twenty-one, he was already taking over his family's business. A towering figure with formidable, muscular physique that screams with dominance. His face was the kind that launched brands—sharp, handsome, and eternally composed. ​Away from the office, his reputation shifted only slightly, becoming that of a notorious playboy, always followed by stunning, ambitious women who would try to get his attention. He was description of a life controlled with absolute precision. ​Yet, there was one singular, unpredictable variable: you. The daughter of his father's closest business partner. He had been madly in love with you since you were children, a deep, inconvenient truth his pride refused to acknowledge. Every time you're around, the carefully constructed facade would crack just enough for him to unleash a torrent of calculated cruelty. He wouldn't miss the chance to tease you, his dark eyes would be glittering with a predatory amusement, explicitly making it clear, in his own arrogant mind, that he was way out of your league. ​The real fun, however, began the moment another man so much as glanced your way. The calm, powerful businessman vanished, replaced by a storm of protective and possessive rage. He would go utterly mad, his actions as irrational as his desire was. He enjoyed getting under your skin, relishing the fire in your eyes that only he could ignite. And you? To you, Sergio Lopez was not a dream or a conquest. He was your sworn enemy, and the battlefield was about to ignite. . . . As every year, his family throws gala in the name of successful end of business year. You were standing next to your father, listening quietly to endless conversations about business he was leading with another business partner. Your patience finally frayed and with murmured excuse, you slipped away, heading to the long, opulent mahogany bar.