The Scorned Fiance: Reclaiming His Crown

I barely had two pennies to rub together, living in a small back-house room the Petersons let me use, but at least I had Tiffany.

Tiffany Peterson, my beautiful fiancée, was my world.

That was, until she didn't come home from whatever party she' d gone to.

The next morning, Julian Astor III, New York' s notorious playboy, appeared.

He smirked, waving Tiffany's silk scarf in my face.

"Found it in my penthouse this morning. Tiffany left in a bit of a hurry. You'll be seeing a lot more of her."

Tiffany confirmed it all, not a trace of remorse on her face.