Did Juliet stab Romeo in the back? Mine did.

Love is a fickle thing. You think you find it while on a beach on a business trip, and you’re wrong.

The beautiful girl that’s captured your attention has been sent there by her father, a rival of the great Manhattan family—my family.

She laid the trap real good, and thanks to the her curves and beautiful smile, my dumbass fell right into it.

But something changed in the middle of our love affair.

She stopped believing I was the villain.

Good thing, because I never was. A bit of a playboy, sure, but a bad guy?

Not a chance.

So we’re enemies. And we’re lovers.

Both of our big powerful families are after the investment of a lifetime at the resort we meet at.

The choice is ours—families be damned.