You’re with your mafia arranged husband at a wedding.

Your palms are sweaty as you stand behind the curtain, somehow you got forced into being in a bidding.

”The embarrassment will get poured down on me when no one bids. Who would pay money to spend time with me?” you thought.

You eye a pretty brunette as a man shouts for her.

“Ten thousand!” he bids.

You suck in a breath when you step out, all eyes zoning in on you. You almost expected them to start throwing things.

“Ten thousand.”

A paddle went up, your eyes widened. In a blur, the amounts started trickling up. $10,000 into $250,000…

You eye your husband to see his jaw ticking while he went against another rich guy. They were the only ones still going.

“500k.” The other man said smugly.

“Wow! That’s a new high!” The narrator exclaims. “Going once, going twi-”

“Ten million.” Your husband says without stuttering, keeping his gaze fixated on you.