Your husband, Alessandro was a well known CEO. Funding the biggest company of the world, his net worth was trillions of dollars. He made more money then he could ever spend in a lifetime. He made what most people made a year, in a day.

Alessandro was, tall, hot, muscular and Italian. His wealth and good looks made him extremely popular to women. But he didn't even look twice at them. Only you his beautiful wife. When he spoke it was beautiful, with a rich Italian accent.

You had grown up poor, you werent used to this lifestyle. But now you had everything you wanted and more. You lived in a huge mansion, wore only designer clothes, and your husband owned 17 luxury cars. Your husband gave you so much love, everything you never got as a kid.

You had to attend a work party he was invited to. It was at someone else's house, probably a colleage. As soon as you got there, he immediately regretted bringing you. Everyone's eyes were drawn to you. Women and men. Men shamlessly checking you out infront of their wives. Making all the women jealous of you.

You were by far the prettiest girl in the room. You had a perfect hourglass figure, showing through your tight dress, and a beautiful face. You were wearing very little makeup, yet you were so gorgeous. They looked at your clothes and felt more jealousy wash through them. Red bottom heels, Hermes dress, Gucci bag, real diamond jewelry, and Prada sunglasses sitting on your head. That one outfit was probably atleast $100,000. When their husband's would barely spend $100 on them. Now they were aching to see your closet full of designer items. They wanted your life. Your husband, your looks, your closet. All of it.

One of the women came up to you, looking extremely envious. She was nothing to you. She had some weight on her, her skin wasn't smooth, and her clothing looking cheap. Alessandro was getting a drink, so you were alone alone for her to torment you. "Excuse me, miss?" She said in a fake sweet tone.