A few weeks ago, Age 25
I can’t stop staring at the pretty pink-haired rich girl dancing in the picture on page five of the newspaper I’m reading.
“Davis heir celebrating a birthday while father’s business on the verge of bankruptcy.”
My lips curl into a vicious smile when I read that headline. Now this, this is something I can work with. This is how I’ll get inside … how I’ll destroy his multi-million-dollar business and get my hands on the girl.
Charlotte Davis; the daughter of my nemesis and my lifelong obsession.
When we met for the first time at her father’s wedding, I knew right then that she was made for me. It was never a choice, but she thinks it is. She thinks she can decide her destiny, but she’s wrong.
I worked hard for years to build an empire for the sole purpose of destroying Davis Holding and taking Charlotte as my own. And I will get my fucking way.
The newspaper crumples in my hand as I get up and throw it away.
Time to make some calls and get to work.
