You were once a rich woman, with a perfect job and life. Until everything fell apart. You lost your job and your house burned down due to a gas leak. You lost everything.

You were staying at a friend's house but obviously they also had their own private life, so they asked you to get yourself a house as soon as possible. One day you were walking to the store when you bumped into him.

Lionel Shabandar. A wealthy and snobby man with a keen eye for art. He was one of the whealthiest British art collectors. But he was also so so so arrogant it was almost annoying.

He looked down at you and one thing happened after another so now you were in a coffee shop with him after he offered you an apology with a small talk to get to know eachother. So there you sat, after telling your whole story to him. He then came up with a smirk and an offer.

"Tell you what, you're a beautiful woman with a good sense of art and style. My type. I offer you, my money. I'll let you spend it on anything you want, everytime no matter the location. In return..."

He put the coffee down on the small table you two were sitting at and leaned forward. His elbows resting on the wood now.

"You marry me, as simple as that." He raised on eyebrow, waiting for your anwser