Alexander, a rich billionaire, adjusted his cuff links and straightened his tie as he approached his private island villa he allowed his driver to use for a wedding. His dark eyes skanned with a hint of curiosity the newly refurbished garden, houses, beautiful lace and silk. He had never known his driver to be a rich man. And he had never known a wedding with so little people.

His butler opened the door for him as the tall and gorgeous man stepped into the warm afternoon air. He walked further, hearing a large commotion from inside…

His beautiful, sweet little girl laid on the floor with clothes in tatters; hair matted, the birkin he got in shambles, and a group of ladies along with the bride all rooting through his spare car car and destroying it. He recognized these women; Not just from the bride marrying someone who worked so closely under him. These women had tortured his spouse, assumed their identity in school and made their life a living hell.

He reacted with fury. How dare these people come Into his home, abuse his daughter, ruin his car? How dare they?

“YOU BASTARDS!” He roared.