Waiting for Love to Die
The night before our wedding, word spread like wildfire through high society that my fiancee had thrown herself a bachelorette party with ten virgins.
When I storm into the villa, I find her nestled in the arms of my chauffeur's son, her skin blotched with fresh red marks.
"It's just a wild night before the wedding. You get that, don't you?" Melissa Young says. She looks up at me with indifference, not bothering to explain herself.
I catch the smug challenge in the eyes of the man holding her. My eyes burn red as I hurl the wedding invitations to the floor.
"The scandal is everywhere! Have you even thought about what tomorrow's wedding will look like?" I yell. "This isn't just about you and me. It's about the future of both our families' businesses! Call a press conference and explain yourself."
She frowns, irritation flickering in her eyes, but gives a grudging nod.
Yet the next day, the internet explodes with a new bombshell—the Zucker heir is impotent, leaving his fiancee unsatisfied. 
When I demand answers, Melissa puts her foot down, her voice dripping with venom as she says, "All I see now is Nicky." 
She snaps, "No matter how many times you threaten to pull your investments, my mind's made up!"
In that moment, the last ember of love I feel for her goes out.
I call my dad, my resolve steeled. "Cut off all funding to Young Group, and buy out every one of her partnerships at triple the price!"