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CHAPTER 1

Byron

Get a fiancé, they said It will be fun, they said Yeah Freaking Right

If it wasn’t for Byron’s fiancé, he wouldn’t be out stu around in Sunrise, a sleepy little resort town despite its ridiculously perky na for a needle in a haystack Human version Maybe it would be easier if he knehat his fiancé liked, but as it was, he’d never met her He left New York, armed with two pictures, both of which he’d printed froalas over the years

He was so screwed

He was also bastard of the century

Who agreed to get ers in the fashion industry could happen? Oh right That would be yours truly

He was one thousand, eight hundred, and nineteen miles from his condo in New York Of course, it was a penthouse suite He was, after all, the classic villain of their story The guy whose fathershoes The son who not just carried on the legacy, turning his father’s multi-million dollar company into ato reach true greatness Even if he had to grasp and beg and marry his way there

At least that’s what a few of the headlines said about him

Byron had no idea who leaked theeven happened, but if he ever found out who it was, he promised himself he’d put their head on a stiletto spike Not really, but it had a nice ring to it What he would do is find the bastard and make sure they never worked in the city or State of New York again He ht not even stop at that Maybe he’d lobal

Forgiveness wasn’t exactly in his nature

Apparently, neither was e

He ground his teeth in frustration, stopping on the sidewalk and letting out a stream of profanity sure to rival the dirtiest of foul mouths His mother would have frowned at him if she was still alive She’d swat him with a fly swatter since that was her favorite weapon of choice and tell hi to wash his h he was thirty-three