"The traffic was heavy," Mark muttered, trying to look composed. Then he looked at the woman beside him. "Who are you?"
"I am Catalina Windsor," she said coldly.
"Windsor?" Mark repeated, his eyes widening.
"I don't have all night," Catalina snapped. "Your fiancée is chasing after my man."
"Your man?" Mark asked, confused.
"My husband," Catalina corrected. Her eyes were sharp and cruel. "I don't like losing my property to a little girl with a sketchbook."
Mark shook his head. "There must be some mistake. We just met and agreed to have our wedding. It's in a three month's time."
"She's playing you," Catalina said, leaning closer. "But I have a plan, and I want you involved."
Mark looked at her, his mind racing. "Okay."
"The plan will get you your woman back," Catalina whispered. "And I will make sure you never have to worry about money again."
