She knew he was just using her. Him, the chosen heir of the prominent Moreau family, who has everything that anyone could ever want. He was born into wealth and beauty, having everyone falling at his feet, bedazzled by his gorgeous face and the prestige of his last name. He has everyone has his beck and call, including her. She was his girlfriend, the official one, and the only that he has ever recognised as such. She was the envy of every woman in the city. But little did they know, she was just a cover, he was just using her to discourage the more persistent lovers whom he had gotten tired of. She was fine with her role, initially, even jokingly calling herself his unofficial "PR manager". But when he started treating her differently, giving her the respect that he has never given to any of his paramours and showering her with attention, she felt her heart start to flutter. She knew that his gentle touches and affectionate gaze were merely lies that hide his cold stony heart. She did not want to be the next victim caught in his web of deceit, and so she packed her bags and fled, hastily putting half the world in between them. Three years later, upon her return, she was dismayed to realise that he did not have any intention of letting her go...