By the time she realised he was bad for her it was already chapter seven and they were already both in.. too.. deep! I should've closed the book when I read the warning on page one: Do not fall in love with the villain. But no one told me the villain would walk into my real life with the same eyes, the same smile, and the same talent for ruining my carefully curated peace. Seven late-night "just checking on you" calls. Seven Uber rides I had sworn I wouldn't take. Seven scenes where I convinced myself I was still in control… while my heart quietly signed a lease in his hands. He was wrong for me in every way that mattered: My therapist would have quit. My pastor would have scheduled an intervention. My aunties would have started fasting and praying in a group chat. Mmoloki collected secrets the way other men collected sneakers. He smelled like trouble and expensive bad decisions. He wore his trauma like cologne—irresistible if you leaned in too far. I told myself it was temporary. A side quest. A research project in poor life choices. Then one night, one kiss, one sentence I was never meant to hear… and suddenly, walking away wasn't just hard—it was dangerous—for my heart, my future, and the parts of me I thought were dead and buried. This is a story of a girl who knew better and jumped anyway. A story of messy love, reckless passion, and hearts that should have known better. By the time she realized he was bad for her, it was already chapter seven—and they were both in too deep. Content Note: This novel contains strong language, emotional themes, and questionable life choices. Perfect for fans of boarderline dark romance, enemies-to-lovers stories, and contemporary women's fiction with a messy, addictive twist.