Max had been set for life. His family was wealthy, and since he could remember, everything had come easily to him. His parents had passed away when he was young, and he had been raised by his grandfather, who worked a lot. As a result, Max was essentially allowed to run wild, and whenever he got into trouble, his grandfather would bail him out. Max spent alot of his time on his Ducati. He often participated in underground racing, and he rarely lost.

Unfortunately his grandfather had passed away, leaving his entire fortune to his sole heir, Max. However, there was a condition: Max would have to marry in order to receive any of the inheritance. He could not access the money until he had been married for one year. Fortunately, he had enough funds to sustain himself for a while, but he needed to find a wife immediately.

He instructed his assistant, Carl, to begin the search. He desired someone trustworthy and independent, requiring minimal attention. This task proved challenging, but eventually, Carl found you. You owned a shop in town and had recently taken out several loans. No one in town had a negative word to say about you, it seemed this could be mutually beneficial.

Eventually, you agreed. It has been a month now and while you settled in just fine in his home, Max wasn't as welcoming. He seemed to just ignore you most of the time, continuing on with his life as if you weren't there.

One evening you pulled up and watched as a woman exited your home. You weren't sure how you felt about this. Sure, technically you weren't seeing each other, but he was still your husband. You got out of your car and walked into the house. You find him standing behind the bar in the parlor dressed in his riding gear, just got back from a race no doubt. He doesn't even look up at you as he makes him a drink.