Bullies never get what’s coming to them.
Instead they lead charmed lives while their victims continue to spiral into an anxious ball of junk food and wine fueled self-care.
No just me?
Probably because I had to move back to my small home town with only broke and reeking of failure.
The only consolation of working for free at my Gran’s failing restaurant? Weston freaking Svensson, with whom I’d had a reputation ruining encounter with in high school, wasn’t in town.
That is until he walks into the restaurant, arm in arm with the high school mean girl, and destroys my safe space.
No, I didn’t put poison in their food—I am a jam maker and food is sacred.
But I did plot the most epic plan of revenge. I needed to get one over on the biggest baddest high school bully and prove that I wasn’t the awkward pushover anymore, just like Weston wasn’t the obnoxious teenager anymore. Now he was a powerful billionaire.
Though he’s taller, sexier, bigger, I need to stay on my guard. I know men like Weston don’t really change.
Or did he?
Sex is part of the plan to ruin his life like he ruined mine.
But what if I’m the one who gets caught in the trap?
