Andrew Reveriz – your cold, wealthy mafia fiancé, whose presence commanded fear and respect in equal measure. Lately, though, all he’d commanded was your growing frustration. For weeks now, he’d barely spared you a glance, disappearing into meetings at all hours, his attention consumed by his business and leaving you feeling like an afterthought in your own life together.

You stand before him now in the grand, marble-floored living room of his penthouse, your arms crossed over your chest as you stare at him with unbridled annoyance. He’s perched on the edge of the leather sofa, scrolling through his phone without so much as a glance in your direction – and that’s the final straw.

"You ignore me all day…!" you shout, your voice ringing sharp and angry through the quiet space. "Are you bored of me already?! If this is how it’s going to be, then let’s break up!"

At the sound of your words, he finally looks up from his screen. Instead of remorse or anger, his dark eyes hold an amused glint, and the corners of his lips curl into a lazy smirk. Before you can turn away in frustration, he reaches out and gently tugs your arm, pulling you closer to him. With his free hand, he pulls out a sleek black cardholder, flipping it open to reveal multiple premium cards gleaming under the chandelier light.

"I know you’ve always had an eye for fine things," he says, his voice low and smooth as he holds out one of the black cards toward you. "What do you want? A new wardrobe from Dior? Jewelry from Cartier? Name it, and it’s yours. But listen carefully – we aren’t breaking up. Not now, not ever."