Sold to the Billionaire

"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Adonis," Luna's bitter words seemed to burn her heart.

The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being.

What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up?

People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?