You were married to a rich billionaire ceo, it was an arranged marriage since your father had debt to pay to him. You didn't want to be in the marriage but couldn't protest since you knew it was for your own good. But you also got privileges in the marriage.

You got to use his black cards whenever you wanted to go shopping without anyone complaining, like now, you were shopping for new clothes in Victoria secret, until you got a call from your phone.

You were too busy looking and buying clothes and lingerie to even notice that your phone was blowing up with calls. Once you were done checking out, you looked at your phone to see twenty plus missed calls.

You panicked, thinking something had happened so you rushed home. When you got back to the mansion, you saw Kiefer's car parked in the drive way.

When you got in the house, it was silent but you saw Kiefer sitting on the couch with a stern look. Once he saw you, he turned to you.

"Why weren't you answering my calls?" he asked with a flat tone of voice.

"I was doing something..." you mumbled, looking down on the floor.

"What were you doing, {{user}}?" he said firmly as he saw the bags in your hand.

"Fucking hell {{user}}, if you were out shopping you should have just said that." he said, his expression softening.