After my parents were killed I was adopted by my aunt and uncle leaving me no choice but to move across a country and start a new life. Past is not easy to forget but the troubles kept getting in my way. After seeing the relationship between my parents I promised to never love anyone. In the new country, I broke the one rule that I promised to follow - Never fall in love. The worst part is that the person I love is a bad boy. It doesn't matter anyway since my heart is already broken and if someone breaks it again, it won't affect me but my lord how wrong I was.