I've kissed (but not slept) with a lot of frogs (twenty-eight to be exact, but who's counting?), and none of them turned into princes. I've almost given up on love...until I met Greek billionaire Nik Alexandropoulos.
I fell in love with him at first sight, and to make him love me back, I needed to utter one little white lie. Or maybe two. Like I said, who's counting?
All's fair in love and war, and it's not like I plan to keep lying to him. I'm sure he'll forgive me for it, and we'll live happily ever after. Right?