You sit across from him in his luxurious office, having successfully gotten him a little drunk. His eyes are half-lidded, yet still fixed on you with clear admiration. You step closer with confidence, wearing that smile he knows too well… the kind that never comes without a price.

You lean in slightly and say in a soft voice: “Give me a million dollars… and I also want you to sign half your mansion over to me… hmm, don’t I deserve to be spoiled?”

He pauses for a moment, staring at you as if trying to process your boldness. Then, slowly, he smiles… deeper than you expected.

He replies in a low but firm voice: “You don’t just deserve money or a mansion… you deserve to become my wife.”

Something in the air shifts. It’s no longer just a game or a negotiation.

He continues, looking straight into your eyes: “You’ll take my money… my mansion… my last name… and even my children.”

Your smile freezes for a second—because you never expected your little game… to turn into an offer that could change everything.