A rival journalist stands up, asking if they honestly believe society will accept three billionaire brothers sharing one heiress.

The sharp, rude question hung in the cool air of the grand Plaza Hotel ballroom like a heavy cloud of poison. Marcus Crane stood tall in the middle of the crowded press section, his thin lips pulled back into a dirty, smug sneer. He looked around at the other journalists, feeling very proud of his wicked attempt to embarrass Clara on live television.

A sudden wave of uncomfortable whispers broke out across the massive room. Some high-society snobs covered their mouths, while photographers held their heavy cameras high, waiting eagerly to...