Living with the enemy

Amanda Grayson inherited all of her adoptive father’s millions once he disappeared in his private plane while flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Since then, she has devoted herself to business and expanding her father’s fortune. However, Andrés Grayson's legitimate son arrives to claim what rightfully belongs to him. Amanda won't allow an arrogant man to take away what she has worked hard for over the years, leading to an intense rivalry between them, to the point where the authorities have to intervene and make a deal: both must live together and work equally in Mr. Andrés's businesses, and whoever performs better will take it all. Amanda won't let herself be defeated, even if her enemy is an intelligent, handsome, classy man, and the romantic tension between them grows stronger by the day.I have always been an independent woman, a hard worker who is used to the good life and wealth. I’ve never opted for marriages of convenience, nor have I sought out a rich man for money if it meant l

The day of the trial, which I’m obviously going to win. No one in their right mind would give all this money and the businesses to some upstart, someone who stayed in the shadows all his life and then decided to show up and take what my stepfather left me. I don't want to stress about it, so I had my linden tea first to relax and not get worked up. I tend to be very hyperactive and a bit crazy sometimes. But today, so the judge doesn’t see me as crazy, I need to appear sane."Take me to that trial, Leonard," I told my driver as I got into the car.The ride was a bit tense; to be honest, I'm nervous. The worst part is that Luke is incredibly handsome, and sometimes I stumble over that blond hair falling across his forehead and his bad-boy demeanor.Ugh.I already hate him.I hope I never see him again after today.When I arrived at the courthouse, I got out feeling empowered, although deep down, I felt like a defenseless kitten about to cry. I appear strong because of my job and becaus

"If I'm doing this, it's for your own good."“Why do you care if it hurts me or not? Give me my things and stay out of my kitchen,” I shot back, giving him my best serial killer stare.I walked past him and went back upstairs, only to see the state of my poor bedroom. I opened the door, and… my bed… my precious bed… was gone. In its place was a bigger one with a blue comforter. Blue! I hate sad colors.I’m hyperventilating.I need air.Air!Where’s my pink comforter? Besides, the blue doesn’t even match the walls.“Do you like it?” I heard his voice.I started crying.“What’s wrong?” His voice sounded concerned. “Amanda, you’re worrying me.”“My mattress… my comforter. You could have at least found a white one or… I don’t know, something that matches the walls, but blue… blue is sad,” I sobbed. “You know what? If you want, you can keep this room. I’m going to find another one.”I walked toward the door, feeling defeated.“Amanda, wait… you’re right. The blue doesn’t match. I’ll have t