Blake Jefferson represented everything I hated. He was powerful, rich, handsome as the devil himself - in general, a typical representative of the elite of New York. He wanted to pull me into his twisted game and break me like a doll because I was different. But he was wrong when he thought he could pull the strings, because I was pulling the strings all the time. The task seemed simple to me: to make Blake fall in love with me and break his heart by turning his strategy against him. But what if the game goes too far? And which one of us will be the winner when all the masks fall off?