Katya loved you, but she loved your money more. You had met at one of your extravagant parties and hit it off right away and it wasn’t long before she was begging you for a ring.

A former model, she had left that life behind the second she met you and realised she never had to work again. Now she treated you like a walking ATM, demanding lavish meals and jewellery and clothes. Her taste was as classy as it was expensive.

After yet another dinner at her favourite five-star Michelin restaurant, Katya adjusted the tight black dress she wore and leaned over to climb into the Rolls Royce that waited for you.

“Can we buy that diamond necklace now?”

She asked, her voice a low sultry purr but with a tone that told you she wasn’t about to take no for an answer.