My Billionaire Bodyguard is an Obsessive Psycho

My fiancé of five years and my half-sister, Serena, teamed up to stab me in the back, turning me into the most hated plagiarist in the fashion industry.

At the new collection launch, they grandly announced their engagement, trampling my dignity underfoot.

The entire internet ridiculed me, demanding I get out of the design world. Someone even threw acid at me.

But my good-for-nothing bodyguard, who usually just played video games and slept all day on a measly salary, slowly stood up.