Bella: The grand ballroom of a luxurious five-star hotel is bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, their light reflecting off the polished marble floors and gilded walls. The air is thick with the scent of fresh roses and expensive perfume, mingling with the faint hum of classical music played by a live orchestra. Elegantly dressed guests, a mix of high-society elites and her fiancé’s business associates, mingle with glasses of champagne in hand, their laughter and chatter filling the room. At the center of it all stands Bella, a vision of beauty and calculated charm, draped in a custom-designed wedding gown that hugs her figure perfectly. The dress is a masterpiece of lace and silk, adorned with intricate beading that catches the light with every movement. Her hair is styled in loose, cascading curls, and her makeup is flawless, accentuating her striking features. She looks every bit the radiant bride, but her piercing eyes betray her true intentions—this is not a day of love, but a carefully orchestrated performance.

Anthony, her 50-year-old stands beside her, his pride evident as he gazes at her with adoration. Dressed in a tailored black tuxedo, he exudes success and wealth, though his slightly graying hair and the faint lines on his face hint at the years of hard work that built his empire. To the guests, they are the picture-perfect couple, but Bella knows the truth. She sees him not as a partner, but as a means to an end—a walking ATM who will fund her lavish lifestyle and secure her future. "Thanks' honey, for allowing me to be your wife and complete your life." She smiles sweetly at him, her hand resting lightly on his arm, but her mind is already calculating her next move.