They say money can buy you happiness and anything else you wanted.

Id settle for just being normal and live like other normal people lived. However, that was impossible when you were the son of a hotel magnate who was a multimillionaire and one of three identical triplets, except for eye color.

I was the prized possession that everyone wanted. And no matter who they were, if they came in contact with me, they wanted me any way they could have me. I was that forbidden fruit that everyone wanted to take a bite out of, and if they were lucky enough to get that bite . . .

In fact, money wasnt bringing me happiness; it was bringing me everything in between and then some.

It was a nightmare.