Annalise hart

Even the rich have painful pasts they want to escape. She might be a damsel in distress but can be the angel meant to save him.

This is your contemporary office romance, fake relationship trope or hate to love. If you like the sound of this, take a moment to subscribe and see more of my works.

In the City of Love, there is a law older than every love story ever told: nothing worth having happens quickly. Here, love exists in a separate dimension, a place where glances linger a second too long, touches almost happen, and two people can spend an entire lifetime standing on opposite sides of a feeling they are both too afraid to name. That is what I love about slow burn romance. I love the tension of watching two hearts circle each other, the unbearable anticipation of every almost-kiss, every stolen look, every moment when they could fall but choose not to. Because in the City of Love, the journey isn’t a delay before the romance begins. The journey is the romance.

Everyone carries scars.

Some are on the skin.

Others… are carved into the soul.

In this world, nobody is innocent.

They’ve all made choices that can’t be undone, choices that left them bleeding, broken, and craving redemption they’ll never get.

But when pasts collide and secrets unravel, love won’t save them. It’ll destroy them