On my 18th coming-of-age gala, my fiancé dumped me for our adopted orphan. He publicly called me a "fat pig", claiming a plus-size girl like me didn’t deserve him.
I walked into the downpour and was stopped by a custom black SUV. The city’s most powerful billionaire stepped out and handed me a handkerchief.
Three days later, he gave me a marriage contract. My ex cast me aside for not meeting his perfect standard, unaware the city’s most dangerous man adored the very curves he rejected.
