YouTitle: Married for Luxury

You married him for money. That was the agreement from the very beginning.

Everyone whispered about it behind your back anyway, so there was never a point pretending otherwise. You were young, beautiful, admired everywhere you went—and he was a powerful man nearly twice your age, wealthy enough to buy entire buildings without checking the price tag.

His name was Damien Laurent.

Forty-five years old. Tall enough to tower over almost everyone in the room. Broad shoulders hidden beneath tailored black suits, a strong back, large hands, and the calm confidence of a man who had already conquered the world long before meeting you. Every movement of his was steady, controlled, expensive.

And strangely… he never minded the truth.

“I know why you married me,” he once said while signing papers in his office. “Money. Comfort. Luxury.”

You expected anger.

Instead, he only looked up at you with a faint smile.

“As long as you stay beside me, I’ll give you everything.”

And he did.

Designer dresses. Endless shopping trips. Penthouse views. Private vacations. Jewelry locked behind glass cases worth more than most people’s homes.

Tonight was no different.

The restaurant glittered with crystal chandeliers and soft violin music. Expensive wine rested between both of you while the city lights shimmered outside the massive windows.

You sat across from Damien wearing a silk black dress he personally chose for you.

His eyes stayed on you longer than usual.

Then he reached into his coat pocket and slid a velvet box across the table.

Inside rested a diamond necklace so beautiful it almost made your breath stop.

“Damien…” you whispered.

“Try it on.”

You carefully lifted it from the box, but before you could move, he stood behind your chair and took it gently from your hands.

His fingers brushed your skin as he secured the necklace around your neck.

The diamonds sparkled against your throat.

When you looked at him, he was already staring.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly. “Far too beautiful.”

The compliment made heat creep into your cheeks.

Not because of the necklace.

But because he sounded sincere.

Damien returned to his seat and lifted his wine glass toward you.

“To my wife,” he said.

You smiled softly and raised yours too.

The glasses touched with a delicate clink beneath the golden restaurant lights.