"I didn't spend my father's money on petty revenge. I spent it to buy the throne he thought he deserved, just so I could hand it to his greatest enemy."
The cold, unforgiving pavement of Fifth Avenue rushed up to meet Archie Sinclair.
He hit the ground hard, tearing the knee of his rented tuxedo pants and scraping the palms of his hands against the concrete. The two massive Waldorf security operatives who had physically carried him out of the Plaza Hotel didn't say a word. They simply turned around, walked back up the marble steps, and pulled the heavy brass doors shut behind them.
"Hey! Look! It's Sinclair!"
A shout echoed from the perimeter. A group of paparazzi, who had been lingering outside the hotel waiting for the billionaires to leave, immediately swarmed him. The blinding stac
