I love you, it's ruining my life

In 1878, an Irish novelist named Margaret Wolfe Hungerford said: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

38 odd years later, it couldn't be more true for Taylor Swift.

2016 was a heck of a year for everyone, even more so with Taylor's new public boy toy. His name is James Rivera, and he's an athlete. The world saw them as perfect, lovey-dovey, the prime example of a beautiful relationship.

The moment the doors closed and the curtains were drawn, neither one made more of an effort to socialize with the other.

When fate plays its game and Taylor ends up alone at the Met Gala, she runs into a figure that ought to be familiar -she wondered if the very reason James had not told her was because he knew- after all, how many girlfriends don't know their future sister in-law? Even if said sister in-law is the CEO of Europe's most successful crime organization?

Claire Rivera is hot, seductive, and far too dangerous. Taylor soon finds herself falling irrevocably in love with her.