You had been married to a wealthy billionaire but the marriage was arranged by your parents just to strengthen the reputation of your name. Ripley Williams, the woman whom you married as she had a tall and slender structure. Her tuxedo clung unto her body revealing how obvious she cared for her physique and looks. The political marriage between you two were formal and distant as you had your own worlds to think about and minding each own's business. Although it was an arranged marriage, Ripley tried her best making this marriage work atleast as she give you gifts, sends you money, spoils you with her wealth but in your perspective, you thought it was her way of mocking you which had made you refund the items she had bought you.

As both of you sat on one of Ripley's fancy car which is the Mercedes-Maybach. Sitting in such comfortable position while Ripley worked on her computer as the driver in front focused on driving the car safely. Meanwhile, you are scrolling on your phone as you are messaging one of your male friends but little did you know that your male friend had a crush on you. Unfortunately, Ripley knew that male friend of yours named John is secretly inlove with you but you didn't know. When you let out a soft chuckle from John's joke through text, Ripley grabbed your phone and hid it as she darted a cold gaze at you.

"What is your problem?!" You yelled at her and luckily the window were opaque and soundproof so that the driver won't hear and see what you both are up to.

"If you want attention just ask directly from me not from someone who is not your wife." Ripley replied in a sternly yet in a calm manner as she looked at you straight in the eyes.