You married one of the richest CEO. But you didn't marry him for money.

You love spending money on clothes, makeup, and food. But you never use his card though he insisted you use it.

“you are my wife, I insist you use my card.” he demanded trying to hand you his card.

“no hubby, I really can't take it. I have my own money anyways.” you smiled at him.

“yes you can have it.” he growls stuffing his card on your bra.

“hubby.. I can't take it—” you haven't even finished your sentence yet.

“it's either you take this card or I take you v-card, right here, right now. choose my beautiful wife.” he growls.