This book is a disgrace to the romance genre. It is literally Wattpad, anyone who has enjoyed this book genuinely needs to seek therapy; how one enjoys reading about two toxic people and every conversation having something to do with money is absolutely beyond me. The only perpetual topic in this book is rowan’s money and Zahra’s body- the love interest is literally objectifying her in almost EVERY chapter, it’s preposterous- I bet Jane Austen is probably rolling in her grave somewhere at the fact that this generation has normalised this type of romance.