I love Ella Fields. Truly. I’ve read everything she’s written, and nothing has ever dipped below a solid 3 stars for me. She’s talented, she can write angst, she can write longing, she can write chemistry.
That said… what the actual fuck was this?
This book goes for a role reversal: instead of the usual sexually experienced MMC and virginal FMC, we get the opposite. The FMC is very experienced sexually, and the MMC is the naïve, virgen, romantic, wants-love-and-commitment type. In theory? Interesting. In practice? Painful.
The execution absolutely did not work for me.
The FMC was deeply unlikeable. From the very beginning, she lies to the MMC about her sexual experience. He directly asks her if she has a lover, and she answers “no” like the question itself is absurd, while actively sleeping with said lover behind his back. Constantly. Casually. With zero guilt.
Yes, she doesn’t want to get married. Fine. But let’s look at reality for two seconds. Her father is cruel. If she doesn’t marry this MMC, who is literally the king, kind, respectful, and clearly in love with her, she will be married off to someone else who could be far worse. This isn’t idealism, it’s willful denial. Girl, read the room. Or the kingdom.
She’s also aggressively frivolous. And I don’t mean that as an interpretation…the book repeatedly tells us she is. She loves gossip, parties, dresses, and sleeping around, then ghosting her lovers. She has zero interest in learning anything beyond her social circle. At one point she thinks, “Oh, I should have studied geography.” Yes. You probably should have. You’re becoming queen.
She’s spoiled beyond belief. Her entire argument against marriage boils down to: “Why would I give this up? My parents pay for everything, and I get to party and sleep around.” That’s not me paraphrasing, that’s basically the text. She has no goals, no aspirations, no curiosity about the world she’s meant to rule. Just vibes and entitlement.
The MMC himself was… fine. Decent. Honestly, he barely had a chance because the FMC sucked all the oxygen out of the room. Early on, he’s a complete simp for her, tolerating all her nonsense. Later, he swings hard in the opposite direction and becomes cruel and bullying. Neither version felt earned, it was emotional whiplash.
And the worst part? Every single problem in this book could have been solved with one honest conversation.
Spoilers 🔔
The core conflict is simple: the FMC is sexually experienced and still sleeping with her lover while engaged to the MMC. The MMC asks her outright, she lies. He falls for her, opens up emotionally, they sleep together… and then he overhears her telling the other man she wants him and doesn’t want to marry.
Her excuse? The other guy was being “insistent.” Meanwhile, she had already decided she wanted the MMC. So instead of explaining anything, she says nothing. The MMC, devastated, declares their marriage will be in name only. Cue mutual misery: him punishing himself and her, her suffering silently while still refusing to communicate.
All of this—all of it—could’ve been resolved in a 30-minute conversation with honesty and accountability.
In the end, this was a miss for me. And I can’t be hypocritical. I regularly criticize MMCs who sleep around, lie while courting the FMC, and then require a massive grovel to earn forgiveness. I expect the same standards here.
Instead, the book frames the FMC as the victim, even though she was the one lying, cheating, and withholding the truth. It’s treated as a “power move” because she’s a woman. This isn’t about gender. It’s about basic decency.
She messed up. Full stop.
And for once, I wanted the narrative to admit that.