The Billionaire's Calculated Comeback

The harsh fluorescent lights of the ER flickered over Sylvia' s pale face, her party dress torn, mascara smudged.

She was my vibrant, wild fiancée-to-be, now fragile and broken from a "roofie" incident.

I knelt at her gurney, proposing in that sterile room, promising to be her anchor, to always keep her safe.

My life as a simple craft brewery manager felt real with her, far from the corporate schemes of my wealthy family.

But the night before our engagement party, rushing to find her, I found her apartment door slightly ajar.