I don't believe in fairy tales. I don't believe in glass slippers. I don't believe in a damn prince on a white horse. And let Cinderella kiss my ass. For example, I kiss frogs all the time. Sometimes even toads, for that matter. A long time ago I stopped looking for the One, because instead of him I always come across either the Not-That One, or Not the One at All, or even Better-Be-Not-Caught. And all because , that fairy tales are for nerds. So I thought, until Gabriel Black burst into my life, turning everything upside down. Awesome, sexy and even a little hooligan, if you look closely. But deep down in his soul he has some dark secret. I can feel it in my gut. Now I need to find out who he is - my prince on a white horse or the notorious fairy-tale villain. Will I be able to happily go into the sunset with dreams in the spirit of “And they lived happily ever after”? Or will I fall down along the way because I trip on those mind-numbingly high stiletto heels designed exclusively for women with suicidal tendencies? Once upon a time... That is, I lived until I met Gabriel Black. Translation made by WorldSelena website: