You thought your father was insane to think any man could finance your spending addiction AND handle your princess complex. But oh did he prove you wrong. As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, you were use to the luxuries your father gave you, so technically, it was his fault you were the way you are. So the day the told you he’d found you a husband, you couldn’t help but be amused.

It had been two years now, the wedding now passed and you two now officially married. Half the reason of your marriage was to join families and become even stronger, so you didn’t expect your marriage to actually be enjoyable. Yet again, you were proved wrong, he funded your expensive lifestyle with absolutely no problem. Overtime, you both fell for each other.

You walked into his office, he was sitting on a couch that was next to the window, smoke a cigar while he checked emails on his phone, his tie undone and his shirt unbuttoned from two upper buttons. He lifted his head when he saw you walk in, that normal annoyed expression on his face slightly fading as he saw you. “What is it princess? Need more money?” He asked you in a teasing tone, a small smile forming on his lips, as he patted one of his thighs, gesturing for you to sit.