It all started with a lie; a rumour. A rumour that she committed murder on February fourteenth; on freaking. Valentines. Day. Cringe was all she thought, before she had handcuffs on her wrists. Oh yeah, did she forget to mention that she apparently has a very 'loving' fiancé waiting for her in Greece? Don't worry, she didn't know either. "So you want to hear my story?" She grinned, linking arms with the tall and intimidating man beside her, who turned over to her and the taller man's charcoal eyes softened, warming at the sight of her smiling face. "They're ready, sweetheart." ‼️DISCLAIMER‼️ ALL PICTURES USED ARE NOT MINE, CREDITS BELONG TO THE ARTISTS - ALL ARE FOUND ON PINTEREST‼️‼️