Too filthy to be a fairytale... The tabloids say I’m alpha, arrogant, and relentless. I can live with that because I’m Maximillian Rochartè, Prince of Bellèno and I make royal problems go away. The monarchy borrowed millions from shady oligarchs and loans are coming due. I convince a billionaire to fork over a fortune in exchange for marrying his daughter, Lady Cici to my playboy brother. Cici needs a few weeks to clear up loose ends but by then someone will be murdered and dumped into the Black Sea as fish food. Probably me. I hire Vivian, an out of work American cocktail waitress—who could be Cici’s sexier, funnier, smarter twin—to impersonate her for a few weeks. Our chemistry’s crazy and I can’t help but proposition her relentlessly. In spite of my dirty, filthy, all consuming thoughts about what I’ll do to her once I get her in the sack—I transform Vivian into a ‘lady.’ Now we’re back in Bellèno, weeks have passed, and Cici’s a no-show. I know in the depths of my deceitful heart that I'm falling in love with Vivian. Unfortunately, my brother is too...

Too filthy to be a fairytale… —— I, Leopold Edward Rochartè am the Crown Prince of Bellèno and one day I’ll be King. Ruling involves dedication, service, and sacrifice—but the bastard gods are messing with me. I serve my brother Max as best man at his wedding today. He’s marrying Vivian: former cocktail waitress, all-American sweetheart, and tragically for me—the girl I love. But Max won Vivi’s heart fair and square. So, I'll smile through gritted teeth when they say their vows. I'll applaud when he lifts the veil to kiss her lush, full mouth. I’ll make the sacrifice. But then Max steps out of the Cathedral moments before their wedding and he doesn’t come back. And I realize – the game of hearts is back on. May the best man win…