My Totally Unfair Deal

Prologue – Harrison

PROLOGUE

HARRISON

I honestly don’t understand why you opened this book.

It’s a “romance,” so you already know exactly how it’s going to end—how it better end, anyway. You and I both know that minutes after finishing this one, you’ll crack open another… then another, and another.

And then one day—heaven forbid—you reach the end of one and the couple doesn’t e nd up together? Bless that poor author’s email inbox.

Your questionable book choices aside, I don’t mind the occasional spicy novel. The slow burns and the “grumpy hero” types can be quite entertaining, but I’ve never understood the ones that came long before those—the fairytales.

The Cinderella , Beauty and the Beast , Little Mermaid types.

In those stories, the premise is always the same: the heroine is in desperate need of saving, the hero solely exists to slay her dragons, and somehow, they fall deeply in love within three days.

Cue a villain who never stood a chance against the hero, and the final page smacks us in the face with a “Happily Ever After.”

That’s it.

There’s no aftermath or conflict—no emotional arguments ahead of the wedding. No constant therapy sessions to keep the flame burning when real life chills it to a flicker.

The couple is perfectly aligned for life, and they live in peace. Forever.

Alas, since you’re here (and clearly love unrealistic fairytales), allow me to share my favorite.

Once upon a time, in a cold and callous kingdom called Manhattan, there lived a “heartless bastard” who became disillusioned with the rules of modern dating.

After wasting far too much time searching for his so-called “soulmate,” he gave up on love altogether—and started using his skills to help other men find their happily-ever-afters instead.

Spoiler alert: That bastard was (and always was supposed to be) me.

But then I met a real-life country princess who didn’t want to be “saved,” and I still refuse to believe that our story will end in anything other than disaster…