Yvonne was a vision of ethereal beauty, like a pristine white rose freshly kissed by dawn's dew. So even she had a boyfriend, there were still many pursuers. Once she recoiled in terror at an ambiguous message from her lover's childhood friend, nearly fumbling her phone in shock. She resolved to delete him, but tumble headlong into his cunning snare. Ryan, at the school's anniversary gala, saw Yvonne in white dancing ballet. That very moment, he bore the savage marks of a recent brawl: face bruised, eyes swollen, and body smeared in grime. Years later, he ascended as a formidable mogul, while Yvonne grappled with family turmoil and had a boyfriend. Yet Ryan still vowed to win her over by any means necessary.
