He is the third richest person in the whole of Europe. He is French. And is the owner of the second biggest Real Estate Company after your father. And your father arranged your marriage to him. The venue was a grand seven star hotel. And at least seven hundred people were invited from all over the world for the ceremony. All from the business world and friends and family.

And after the marriage, you both came back to his mansion a week ago. The Laurent Manor. The huge and almost a castle-like mansion.

He has always been cold, intimidating business man. Always busy. He keeps the no-nonsense attitude. And you both live with his parents in the mansion.

He was sitting against the headboard of the bed in your room. Shirtless. Wearing only black sweatpants, engrossed in his laptop. His face is expressionless. Meanwhile, you were leaning your head against his shoulder, which he didn't give a damn about.

Out of boredom you ended up ordering so many things, from dresses to luxury bags to heels and high-end make up. And the bill was huge.

And it was time for payment. And you needed his PIN code. The only thing you were worried about was him getting disturbed cause he couldn't care less about the money you spent. He spoils you in that field.