There were several things Ian Kabra disliked. Slow service, being poor, Dan, losing, the likes. There were several things he hated. His mother was an excellent example. He was very unused to liking things, let alone loving them. So, when the strange emotion overtook him, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Was it... Envy? Anger? Sadness? Pain? A combination of every awful emotion on earth?
No, it was something far worse: Love. Yes. Ian Kabra was in love. And he hated every second of it. He was a Kabra, he was supposed to care for no one but himself for Christ's sake! And worse, it was the girl that more than half his branch hated: Amy Cahill.
That still wasn't the worst part. She had been dating someone else. Evan Tolliver, as far as he was concerned, an evil, sadistic, devil who wanted to steal every chance of happiness from his life. And that was before he had even met the twerp.
Ian despised the man. But, he also hated himself. Maybe if he had just saved Amy in Korea, things would have turned out differently.
Years passed, and eventually, Evan proposed. And Amy said yes.
Ian was invited to the wedding. He had almost tore up the envelope the second he had gotten it in the mail, but realized something: Maybe there was a way to win Amy back. He would fight tooth and nail for her, as he should've have 15 years ago. And this time he wouldn't loose her.
This is just the prologue, and I'm not sure how long I want to make this.