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I should not still be hung up on my high school girlfriend. I�m a billionaire, with a penthouse in New York City, a private plane, and was recently crowned one of Manhattan�s most eligible bachelors. She�s engaged to my rival. A real prick of a guy whose family is about as famous as mine. So, pictures of the happy couple are plastered everywhere, and it�s driving me insane. The last time I spoke to her was my freshman year of college, and I never imagined I�d bump into her at a crowded restaurant in the busiest city in the world. But fate had other plans, and when I innocently suggest that the press wouldn�t bother with her wedding plans if she held it in our small Alaskan town where we grew up, I had no idea she�d take me seriously. Now, I find myself helping her plan the wedding at my dad�s luxury resort while the town�s gossip app follows our every move, afraid that their golden boy will get his heart broken twice by the same girl. But that�s impossible because she stole my heart when we were fifteen, and never gave it back.