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Before the Hartley Group's cocktail party, I had just landed a major annual energy project. But my fiancé, Leon Hartley, announced in front of everyone at the party that our engagement was off. The reason was ridiculous. Erica Blake, the woman he'd never gotten over, said my red dress reminded her of the life she had lost. He draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Vivian, you've already got your career. Don't fight her over a dress." I glanced down at my dress. It was the debut design from my own brand. Erica cried even harder. "I just want him to favor me for once." He actually told his assistant to bring scissors so he could cut the hem of my dress on the spot. I threw my wine at him. "Cut my dress? Who do you think you are?" Ten minutes later, the billboard for my brand featured a new face. It wasn't Leon. It was his biggest rival, Victor Blackwood, a werewolf who ruled Greyford Docks, and the man I was going to marry next week.