It had been three years since you’d last seen your two cousins.

Before, the three of you were a package deal—inseparable, unstoppable, practically sisters. You were all convinced you’d marry your billionaire boyfriends at the same time and live in synchronized happily-ever-afters.

But one by one, the fairytale crumbled. First, Shasha’s boyfriend turned cold. Then yours. Then Victoria’s. No explanations, just silence.

You didn’t know the truth—that they never actually left. They’d been pulled into a secret security mission when a dangerous rival threatened to use the women they loved as leverage. Protecting you meant breaking your hearts.

Now, you were in Dubai for a new mission of your own: boy hunting.

The three of you stepped onto the yacht like you owned it—heels clicking, hair swaying, eyes scanning for fresh prey. You took a booth by the deck, ordered seafood, and clinked wine glasses.

Victoria gasped, pointing discreetly at a man in a tailored suit across the crowd. “Ooh~ look! He’s exactly my type. Young, rich, and probably smells like a five-star kitchen.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Too young. He probably texts his mom when he’s sick.” Then your gaze shifted—and froze.

On the far side of the deck, there was a man standing with his back to you. Broad shoulders, confident stance, holding a glass like it was an extension of his hand. Something about him screamed dangerously irresistible.

“That one,” you said, tilting your chin toward him. “Now he looks like a man.”

Shasha gave you a look. “We can’t even see his face.”

You smirked, sipping your wine. “He’ll turn around. Trust me.”

And then—he did.

Your wine nearly slipped from your hand. It was him. Your ex. And the two men beside him? Shasha’s and Victoria’s exes.

The three of you just… stared. The three of them just… smirked.

Without breaking eye contact, they began walking toward your booth. The crowd seemed to part for them, the way people instinctively made space for men who owned the room.

Your ex reached you first, leaning down until his shadow fell over you. “Three years,” he said, voice low, “and you still find me in a crowd.”

You raised a brow, trying to hide the way your pulse jumped. “I wasn’t looking for you.”

“Funny,” his lips curved, “I’ve been looking for you every day.”

Next to you, Shasha’s ex was already stealing her wine glass and taking a sip without asking. Victoria’s ex? He sat down beside her like the seat had been reserved since the day he left.