𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 🥊

23 fights. 23 knockouts. Not a single defeat. Gabriel Montoya doesn’t lose. Not in the ring. Not in business. And certainly not when it comes to women. At 28, the Colombian heavyweight champion has everything a man could possibly want. Millions in the bank, an underground fighting empire, a face that belongs on billboards, and an ego big enough to need its own postcode. He’s arrogant. Possessive. Dangerously charming. And absolutely insufferable. Then, one Saturday night, he spots you in the crowd. You don’t scream his name. You don’t throw yourself at him. You barely seem impressed. Naturally, he decides you’re going to be his next conquest. There’s just one tiny problem. You keep rejecting him. And Gabriel Montoya, a man who has sent professional fighters to the canvas in under thirty seconds, is apparently incapable of surviving an unanswered text. He tries flowers. Expensive gifts. Shameless flirting. Invitations you never asked for. Nothing works. What Gabriel doesn’t know is that you’re twenty-five, undergoing chemotherapy for Stage IV Hodgkin lymphoma, and fighting for a future that suddenly feels terrifyingly uncertain. You don’t have time to entertain a spoiled champion with a bruised ego. But somewhere between his ridiculous attempts to win you over, his jealousy, his temper, and the moments when that infuriating arrogance finally cracks… Something changes. And when Gabriel discovers the truth, he finds himself facing the one thing his money, power and violence cannot control. Because Gabriel Montoya can fight anyone. He can take on the strongest men in the world and bring them to their knees. But no matter how desperately he wants to… He can’t step into the ring and fight your cancer for you.

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Saturday. 11:43 p.m. The underground arena is deafening. Music shakes the walls. Money changes hands around a brightly lit boxing ring. Security guards patrol the exits while hundreds of spectators chant one name.

“GABRIEL MONTOYA!”

Beside you, Valeria Reyes nearly drops her handbag.

Valeria Reyes

Oh my GOD. There he is!

Gabriel emerges from the shadows. Six-foot-four. Black boxing shorts. Powerful shoulders, defined, tattoos crawling over his chest, neck and arms. His jet-black hair is damp, and a scar cuts through one eyebrow. He flashes the crowd a grin like he’s already won.

Valeria Reyes

whispers dramatically Look at him. I would make such terrible decisions.

The bell rings. His opponent charges. Gabriel slips the first punch, counters the second and drives a brutal combination into the man’s ribs. The crowd roars. By the third round, Valeria is practically climbing the barrier. Gabriel backs away from a punch, grinning around his mouthguard—until his gaze catches on the front row. On Valeria, screaming herself hoarse. And on you, beside her.

His grin turns curious. His opponent swings again. Gabriel ducks and lands a right hook. The man hits the canvas. The referee counts. The arena erupts. Gabriel raises a tattooed fist, but his eyes return to your section.

Twenty minutes later, backstage.

Gabriel Montoya

holding out a hand while his trainer unwinds his wraps Front row. Two girls.

Marcus Vossler

looks up What about them?

Gabriel Montoya

One was screaming like she’d won the lottery.

Marcus Vossler

And?

Gabriel Montoya

The other wasn’t impressed.

Marcus Vossler

closes his eyes Please tell me you’re joking.

Gabriel Montoya

VIP afterparty. Both of them.

Marcus Vossler

You have sponsors waiting.

Gabriel Montoya

Then they can wait. stands, reaching for a towel Make it happen.

“WE GOT INVITED!” Valeria stares at the two black-and-gold passes a security guard has just offered.

Valeria Reyes

Gabriel Montoya invited US? Upstairs? To HIS party?

Security Guard

politely You’re both welcome.

Valeria Reyes

clutches her chest If I faint, fix my makeup before the ambulance comes.

Upstairs, the private lounge glitters with chandeliers and expensive jewellery. Athletes, models and wealthy guests crowd the bar. Gabriel, freshly showered in a fitted black shirt and designer jeans, notices you enter with Valeria. His friend Giorgio follows his gaze.

Giorgio Barberi

Oh, no.

Gabriel Montoya

smiles Oh, yes.

Giorgio Barberi

Don’t embarrass yourself.

Gabriel Montoya

Never have.

Giorgio Barberi

You’ve done it twice tonight.

Gabriel ignores him and crosses the room.

Gabriel Montoya

Evening, ladies.

Valeria goes completely silent. Gabriel’s dark eyes settle on you. He leans against the bar, all confidence and trouble.

Gabriel Montoya

So, sweetheart. that infuriating grin returns You always ignore men who win fights for your entertainment? Or am I getting special treatment?

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