He didn't meet her by accident.
He had spent three years finding her.
Three years remembering the night his family lost everything—and the name written on the last document his father left behind.
Her father's name.
So he entered her life with one purpose:
Revenge.
He became her friend. Then her closest confidant. He learned her fears, her dreams, the little things that made her smile.
And somewhere along the way, his plan began to fall apart.
Because he actually fell in love with her.
Then she discovered the truth.
“You came into my life because of my father.”
He said nothing.
Her voice trembled. “You wanted revenge.”
“I did.”
The answer broke something inside her.
“But there's something else you don't know,” he whispered.
She looked at him.
“Your father didn't destroy my family.”
Her expression changed.
“He saved mine.”
Silence.
“He took the blame for something I did,” he continued. “And I spent three years hating the wrong person.”
She stared at him, devastated.
“So all this time…”
“I was wrong.”
“And you still lied to me.”
“I know.”
She turned away, tears burning her eyes.
“Then why didn't you leave?”
His voice was barely a whisper.
“Because revenge was the reason I found you.”
He looked at her.
“But you became the reason I couldn't walk away.”
And that was the cruelest secret of all:
She was the daughter of the man he had sworn to destroy.
And he was the man who had entered her life intending to make her hate him—
only to become the person she couldn't stop loving.
