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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 living in someone else's shadow. I was born to be the boss and the protagonist of my own story. Even though my father died ten years ago in a plane crash, I have dedicated myself to working day and night to grow this empire he left me. And yes, I've succeeded, beyond anything I could have achieved by the age of twenty-five. Now I live in Hawaii, where I own several properties and have various businesses in motion.

Life has smiled on me in the best possible way, and I am very satisfied with everything. Andrés, my adoptive father, would be very proud of the woman he created. My father did a good job, but he didn’t have the empire I built myself. I’m a businesswoman, intelligent and shrewd. No man measures up to me, and they certainly can’t win me over with expensive gifts and tired lines. There isn’t a man on this earth for me; I feel great being alone. Besides, love makes you weak, so anything that makes me feel weak and vulnerable is discarded.

I’m sitting in a beach chair in front of the turquoise sea under the warm afternoon sun. I’m drinking a piña colada with a bit of alcohol and listening to the sound of the waves.

“Miss Grayson,” the bartender called out to me. I lowered my sunglasses to give him a questioning look. I don’t like being interrupted when I’m relaxing.

“What do you want, Benjamin?” I asked, letting my annoyance show in my voice.

“There are some people asking for you,” he informed me. “They’re outside. I think it’s important,” he explained.

I took a deep breath, trying not to get stressed.

“Let them in,” I ordered, putting my sunglasses back on and closing my eyes. The sunset was just around the corner.

“Right away, Miss,” Benjamin left, and it took a while before I heard voices. I opened my eyes, took off my sunglasses, and stood up, revealing my spectacular body in a rather provocative bikini. My skin was fair and pale, my hair long and loose, reaching down to the small of my back. I turned to see the people who dared to interrupt my rest. They were three men, dressed in suits, and they seemed nervous.

“Who are you?” I asked, stepping a little closer to them. Two of my bodyguards positioned themselves behind me for protection. Safety first.

The chubby man cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’m Mr. Grayson’s lawyer...” he began to say.

“Excuse me?” I blinked several times because this had to be a joke. My father is dead. “Mr. Andrés Grayson died ten years ago; is this some kind of joke?” I looked at them disapprovingly.

They hesitated.

“No, Miss Amanda...” said another, “...we’re talking about Mr. Andrés Grayson’s son, Mr. Luke Grayson.”

“I don’t understand. As far as I know, my father never had any other children,” I explained. I didn’t understand what was happening, and I hate when something intrigues me.

“Mr. Luke Grayson is the legitimate son of Mr. Andrés, and he requests that the Grayson assets be handed over to him immediately.”

I laughed.

“This is a joke, right?” I snapped. “Give me my phone,” I demanded from one of my guards. They immediately handed me my phone, so I dialed my lawyer’s number because he had to know something— “I’ll call my lawyer,” I informed them.

“We already did, Miss. In fact, he told us we could find you here. We only came to deliver this summons,” one of them handed me a paper, which I quickly took. It stated that I was being summoned tonight at the Plaza Hotel to meet with Luke Grayson and reach an amicable agreement, or else the case would go to court.

“Hello?” the idiot that is my lawyer answered.

“I received a summons, Rivers,” I demanded.

“Amanda, I didn’t have time to warn you, but Andrés’s son is here, and he wants to fight for what’s rightfully his.”

“Who is this upstart? He wants to take what’s mine? Tell me where to find him right now because I’ll let him know that no one messes with Amanda Grayson.”

“Mr. Luke is older than you, Amanda. He’s twenty-eight, and he’s no upstart. I did some research, and he has many businesses in the United States; he’s just as rich as you are.”

“Well, I don’t care... This Mr. Luke is going to hear from me,” I hung up immediately. “Where can I find Mr. Luke?” I asked the three men who couldn’t stop looking at me with desire-filled eyes.

“He’s staying at the Plaza Hotel,” one replied.

“Honeymoon suite,” said another.

“Perfect,” I responded, “I’m going to make him eat this paper,” I informed them as I quickly moved inside, grabbed my car keys, and left to get in my car. I started it and drove as fast as I could to the Plaza Hotel, where this so-called Luke had no idea what was coming. He’s crazy if he thinks he’s going to take what I worked so hard for. I didn’t even bother to change; I’m still in my bikini and hat. I parked in front of the hotel and stormed out. They already knew and respected me here. They didn’t even stop me at the entrance; they just greeted me. I headed for the elevator and got in, eagerly waiting to reach the top floor. The elevator doors opened, and I walked down the hallway, stopping in front of the suite door. I didn’t bother knocking; I opened it and looked for the idiot who came to ruin my life.

“Luke Grayson!” I snapped, “Where are you?” I walked toward the living room, but something on the floor, maybe paint or something, made me slip and almost fall backward onto the hard floor. But my back never touched the floor; someone grabbed me by the waist in time and prevented my fall.

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw were ocean-blue eyes and curly blonde hair.

Goodness, he’s handsome.