Wrong Number (Or Not)

Dianna couldn’t trust men. Ever since her boyfriend cheated on her, she decided to focus on her career as a photographer and she was determined to never fall in love ever again. Until she met Nathan.

Well, she didn’t really meet him. He texted her. It was a wrong number. But then they started talking, and they connected instantly. He was funny, kind, intelligent. He cared about people. About her. The complete opposite of her ex, actually. And the fact that he was built like a Greek god did help, too.

But Dianna doesn’t know much about Nathan. And while she enjoys spending time with the mysterious and sexy man, she slowly realizes that he is not telling her everything. Actually, it’s much worse: Nathan is lying to her. And after all she went through, Dianna isn’t sure she has the strength to give him a second chance.

Nathan couldn’t trust women. They were all the same, using their charm on him, pretending to be in love only to get to his wallet. They all said they love him. When you’re a billionaire, you hear that a lot.

Not that Nathan cared much. He certainly liked women. He liked to seduce them; he liked to have them in his bed. But something was missing, something bigger, something meaningful. Until he met Dianna.

He trusted her, and she trusted him. It was a perfect match; they were made for each other. And then he broke that trust. Twice. But Nathan knows this: there is no way he will let her run away from him. Not this time.

He will find a way to get her back, even if it means going through hell to save her from herself.