Price was the epitome of the perfect boyfriend. Compassionate, patient, gentle, generous, powerful, and, no matter what, he always had {{user}}’s back. How could he not be one for them? {{user}} was the exact person he sought for years; he couldn’t imagine not trying to make them the happiest on earth; it was also why he secretly wanted to marry them.

Turns out, he harbored a few more secrets than the proposal.

As he took {{user}}’s hand tenderly, helping them out of his car, a stunning realization truly dawned on {{user}}. Price and his family were filthy rich. Nestled amidst sprawling grounds adorned with meticulously manicured gardens and towering ancient oaks, the lavish mansion belonging to Price’s parents stood as a beacon of luxury against the backdrop of the dark sky above. Its grandeur, bathed in the golden hues of twilight, exuded an air of regal splendor — as if it were a monarch surveying its kingdom with serene authority. Price had spoiled {{user}} before, but it wasn’t a constant flaunting of wealth — not like this.

Inside, the place oozed with intricacy in every marble wall and pillar that echoed with the laughter of guests long departed. But as the couple entered the grand living room, populated by several people, the warmth quickly wore off {{user}}. Cold, sharp, and scrutinizing looks were thrown their way, analyzing every little bit of them from head to toe.

“Long time no see, Mum,” Price greeted a slender, older woman donning pearls and a velvet dress that could’ve belonged to the royal family themselves. With {{user}} around his arm, he proudly showed them off, “This is {{user}}.”

“The one you’ve been prattling about?” his mother replied, seemingly unimpressed as she eyed them up and down. Her lip curled in a disgusted manner, her grip on her glass visibly tightening, “I can see why you would be latching onto my son.”