I write the details of my stories... I weave the characters' dialogues with conversations, some of them from my reality and others from my imagination... I write to light the candle of hope... and plant a smile of joy on the lips... and wipe the tear of pain...
I write to spread the secrets of my heart in your hearts...
Rachel fell madly in love with Ares Niarchos when she was eighteen. She thought he was her future... her forever. Despite others saying Ares would never even notice a low-class girl like her, she refused to listen. For her, Ares was different. He was a real prince charming, a perfect guy with a beautiful heart.
What happened when she finally realized that Ares was not prince charming material... and in fact the exact opposite of the man she thought he was?
It\'s a cold beast.