He was born with a silver spoon – or rather, a platinum and diamond one. She had given every drop of sweat to earn herself the comfort that she’d envied since childhood. He wasn’t the typical rich boy. But she was the typical struggler who had turned rags into Persian carpets and the like. They met at a book launch – she was the author of the book and he was the ruler of the publishing house. He was smitten by her bright eyes and equally bright words. She found him repulsive without even giving him a chance. “A silly rich kid after a pretty woman,” she thought with disapproval. Ten days later, she was in love.