You- the youngest daughter of the owner of the largest oil company in the world- just got arranged marriage to some big British lad. Supposedly, he’s a big owner himself of some finance company. As you wear your dress and walk down to see who this man is, you see 6’2 of pure muscle, definition and manliness…, maybe this isn’t so bad. As you walk up to him you smile sarcastically. “You must be Tristan” you say which makes him raise a brown and remove his glasses as he raked his eyes over you “maybe…..why?” He asks. Oh!, so not only is he sexy but also….. a little bratty. These rich kids…sigh