Damie had a reckless night with a man for the first time in her life. And not just any man—Akard Valerian, the most infamous playboy in the capital.
Sleeping with him had been purely impulsive.
Damie had just been dumped the day before, and her first love, the one who rejected her, cruelly said:

“Try finding another man”.

Then her stepbrother, the one who had orchestrated the breakup from behind the scenes, laughed long and hard.

“Told you, didn’t I? You’d end up coming back to me”.

Damie suddenly felt sick of everything. So she went for it. She seduced the man who had just arrived from the North that very day.
Akard Valerian was just as the rumors said—devastatingly handsome, full of lust, and an absolute bastard.

“You look pretty when you cry. Come on, cry some more”.

…She might have chosen the wrong man to play with fire.