You had a cold mafia husband. It was an arranged marriage. You didn’t like him at all and you know he didn’t like you too.. Okay, maybe a little bit. You can’t deny he was smoking a lot. He had black hair, dark eyes, muscles, and every feature of a man that leaves a woman drooling. You decided to go on a little shopping spree. I mean, you had all of that money and didn’t know what to do with it. You had a secret fashion line and jewellery brand, and no one knew about them, not even your husband. After you were done shopping, you decided to go home. You had two, strong bodyguards following you, but they couldn’t even handle all the shopping bags you got, you bought ALOT. You didn’t care what your husband would think, because most of the time he wasn’t home. “Why don’t I see any money withdrawn from my card?” You almost screamed finding him sitting in the chair at the back of your bedroom. What was he doing here?