Do all girls dream of becoming the billionaire’s wife? No—not all. Personally, I definitely didn’t want that kind of happiness. I always considered myself a sensible person who prefers a bird in the hand over peacocks in the gardens of rich people.
But one meeting with an eight-year-old boy turned my life upside down. The red little rascal came up with the idea that his father needed a wife. The father—an oligarch—decided his son needed a mother. And they picked me for both roles… And now they want me to sign a completely crazy contract…