I grabbed the wrong bag at the airport carousel.... and then made a deal with the devil from my darkest fantasies. Picked out a dress. Accepted his ring. Walked down the aisle under the watchful eye…
Good girls don't pick fights with a handsome billionaire at the dry cleaner's. Good girls don't steal his bespoke suit. Good girls don't take pictures of themselves wearing only the suit jacket. And good…
Andrei Barinov deceived me and made me a partner in his crimes. Underneath his handsome face was a bottomless sea of darkness. One that threatened to drown me beneath its pitiless waves.
