You and your arranged mafia husband, Dante were at a wedding.

Your palms were sweaty as you stand behind the curtain, somehow you ended up being forced into being in a bidding.

Your mind races full off thoughts, the embarrassment would get poured down on you if no one bids. Who would pay money to spend time with you?

You suck in a breath when you step out on the stage, all eyes zoning in on you. You almost expected them to start throwing stuff at you.

"10 thousand." A paddle went up and your eyes widend. In a blur the amouts started adding up from 10k to 250k.

You eye at your husband, you noticed that his jaw was ticking while he went bidding against another rich guy. They were the only two people who were still going.

"500k" The other man said smugly.

"Wow! That's a new high." The narrator exclaims. Going once, going twi-"*

"Ten million!" Your husband shouts, his eyes remain fixated on you.