Aaron Seed and Cadence Archeron. The book will bring some scenes from the past, and of course, from each person's point of view. As the story progresses, we will learn more about the lives of each of them, the scars, pain, and trauma. And we will discover how love can bring the peace and liberation they needed. Ready to mop up Aaron? Haha. I confess that it was a challenge to write about, but I loved every page written, and I hope that, like me, you fall in love with these two. I would like to thank all my partners.

My beta, @surtandocomataty, thank you for being a very dedicated and friendly person. To Josy @josyac_ who also helped me with the beta process. And also to my husband Thiago, thank you for always supporting me and motivating me with words of comfort. I love you! I hope the reading is satisfying, and that the characters captivate you on each page. With love, Emy. E-mail: autoremyv@gmail.com Instagram: @autoraemy_v Listen to the Bad Boy Cruel playlist that inspired the author in her writing and have a good read. Scan the QR Code or click here "I dedicate this story to all my readers, to those who love Bully Romance, and to you, who sometimes feel insufficient for someone. You are enough for yourself and that's enough, you don't need no one's approval but your own." "Living life has never been so tempting and frightening at the same time. In that darkness, for a long time I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams that no mortal had ever dared to dream before. -Edgar Allan Poe I am afraid to live, But I'm scared of dying And if life is pain, then I buried mine a Long time ago But I'm still alive. Paralyzed, NF Cadence Archeron Relief. That's the word that defines me at this exact moment, as I arrive in front of the big iron gate at the entrance to Seed University. For some people, vacation is a great time of rest, and for me it should be, but it's a real hell. When you have an extremely toxic father that's what happens, anywhere is better than being in his presence. I've been going to law school for five years, this is my last year. As soon as I finish, I'll go for an internship to finally get out of this torment that is my life every time I return home Just a few months left now, we're finally back from break. If I can call it home! This word must mean a place where we feel good, at peace with everything and everyone, where we feel safe. However, this is not my case. There is no peace, much less security. All that's left is Carter's unhealthy control. Everything must be as he wants, nothing can be different. "Cadence, you can't get into a conversation that doesn't concern you!" "Cadence, don't socialize with anyone! Especially if it involves boys, they are cruel and you don't want to suffer, right?!" Everything he says or does is toxic, our parental relationship is toxic. Which just reminds me of why I have to focus as much as possible this last year, I can't afford distractions. Because, unlike most of the rich people who study here, I had to get the scholarship with many sleepless nights, I couldn't afford anything, and thanks to the scholarship I was even eligible for dormitory accommodation. Carter didn't initially support my decision, and with that, he said he wouldn't support me in anything. In other words, I should get the scholarship or I wouldn't study here, and I would go to a university that was worthy of Judge Archeron. Can you understand how incredible our relationship is?! It's an hour's plane ride from university to home, so it would be bad to have to go back every day. I live in Romania. I thank God it's far enough from here. After the third year, Carter decided to give in and began to accept my decision. He sends a small amount every month, nothing too extravagant, but in the first few years I had to make do, show how much I wanted this here. And I finally managed to get him to accept it, even though I always say that this university is a mistake. I thought that in the first year he would plan something to stop me, but after he saw my effort and the return in my grades, he became calmer. That was the only thing I could choose for myself. In fact, he allowed it! Thinking like this, it wasn't even my choice, it was his acceptance. The doorman Roman, a gray-haired, pot-bellied man in his seventies, allowed me entry. I look at the university, which is structured like an ancient castle. I remember that the first time I entered here I was enchanted, and I never tire of admiring it, even after so many years. The director always values ​​the image and never lets the effect of these columns fade. I head to the entrance on the left where the bedrooms are. The university is in two parts, and in the middle is the entrance to the classrooms, the cafeteria, among other things. I look at the email that was sent to my cell phone and see that I have been relocated to room number one hundred and three. We always receive a welcome email and I had read it before, but not so carefully, so I read it again to understand. Some renovations are taking place on the right side, and as there are always newcomers, the director moved me to another room this last semester, to adjust the wiring problems that appeared in the last days of the break, both in my old room and in others . I didn't mind this as all the rooms are the same. There are two corridors, so I head to the one with the sign that says there are rooms up to number two hundred, the corridor on the left. The entitlement is two hundred and one to three hundred. I go through the corridor, and at the end I get into the elevator that takes me to the fifth floor, which is where my room is, according to the email they sent me. When I get there, I go through some rooms and arrive in front of mine, place the card in the indicated place and the door unlocks immediately. I go in with my suitcase and study the place. The accommodation only has a small sofa in front of the TV on the wall, a small refrigerator, a stove, and a sink with a support underneath to place food, as well as an island that separates the small living room from the kitchen. I decided to buy a stove in case I didn't want to eat in the canteen, as this is optional. I thought it was a good idea, and apparently they took good care of him when they brought him here. I head to the door that I believe to be the bedroom, and when I open it, I throw myself onto the king size bed, realizing that there is also a desk, a wardrobe and the bathroom. We have breakfast, lunch and dinner, and we go to the canteen inside the university at meal time. By eight-thirty at night we should be in our rooms. Whoever is caught out gets a suspension and runs the risk of being expelled after the third. It's never been a problem for me, I've never been one to go out, throughout the time I've been studying here I've always preferred to be invisible. There are people here who can be cruel when they want to, that is, make anyone's life difficult, and it is not my desire to make my life more difficult than it already is. I know my place well, I've always been the one excluded from everything, the odd one out in the class, and I prefer to stay that way to avoid problems. After lying down for a while, enjoying the silence and peace that the environment conveys to me, I decided to take a shower to get rid of the weight of the long journey. I pick up a black long-sleeved coat and gray loose-fitting sweatpants. Here in Ukraine, specifically in the east where I am located, in the city Kharkiv, the climate is colder. Therefore, w