The woman he loved died.
And I'm what's left standing.
I didn't know I would fall for him. He is, after all, my enemy.
I set out to break his heart. And that's what I plan to do. Splatter it into a million pieces.
He's an a*****e, you see.
He runs this town. And he thinks he can run me too.
Well, he can't.
And he can think again.
Most women don't fall at the feet of a man like him. No, they grovel.
Except, I can't. Because I hate him.
Even with his rugged good looks and a demanding presence, he can't win me.
Because I've played this game well.
And I will win.
