They can’t stand each other. He hates her, and so does she. Maxwell Carter is the arrogant, wealthy rich kid who gets everything he wants with a snap of his fingers. He doesn’t care about anything—least of all, love. Enlena Bennett, on the other hand, is a determined, book-loving college student from a modest background, who’s built her life through hard work and a scholarship. She’s no stranger to struggle. Her heart belongs to the classics, especially Pride and Prejudice, which makes her secretly yearn for a love story as deep as Elizabeth and Darcy’s—though she’s convinced that kind of love doesn’t exist in the real world. She despises arrogance, coldness, and pride—and Max is everything she’s spent her life trying to avoid.
But amidst the hatred, there’s a secret she holds close to her heart: the letters. Anonymous letters from a stranger she met on a rainy night, words that made her believe that love—real, deep, soul-stirring love—might still be out there. Now, she calls him her Mr. Darcy—the man who speaks to her heart in a way no one else ever has, the man she never thought she’d find.
What neither of them knows is that they are each other’s light in the darkness—guiding one another without even realizing it. Two hearts, unknowingly intertwined through ink and emotion, slowly pulling each other out of the shadows they’ve learned to live in.
Can two people so different—so locked in their pride—ever see past their hatred and realize that they’ve been searching for each other all along?

 "You have bewitched my body and soul" & 


"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire you".


Everyone deserves loves, & so do you and me, I would never forget your words.


I folded the letter carefully, tucking it inside my drawer.


Every Saturday, without fail, it arrives—placed neatly in my locker like clockwork.


"No name, no trace, no one ever seen near it. And yet… it's always there." Waiting for me.


It's become a ritual now—me, holding my breath each weekend, hoping, yearning, for just one more letter.


I don't know who he is. I've never seen his face.


But with every word, he heals something inside me he never even broke.


The man I've been searching for in a world that doesn't believe in grand, aching love anymore.


The one who hides behind ink and paper—telling me things no one else dares to say aloud.


And maybe, just maybe… I believe him. 


Chapter 1 - Prolouge