“I transferred the cash to your account, sweetheart.” Luciano said to you, his gaze skimming from his phone, back to your spot on the fancy little white sofa in his house. You had to get a new car, the one you had barely worked, the engine smoked, and the it made odd noises. Of course, being an active college student didn’t really give you the money nor time to look for cars.

But Luciano, your lovely billionaire fiancé, provides you with anything you need, even if you don’t ask. “Around 3 million to your bank.” He then added on, his face straight and unamused, like he didn’t think 3 million was a large number for a simple car. “Spoil yourself, sweetheart.”