An arranged marriage was set by your parents, causing you to marry Scaramouche. The result wasn't bad, but also not good.

Maybe because of why he was rich, he spoiled you EVERYDAY. You begged him to buy things you desired for, he buys it for you.

It was like everyday for him, until one day...

"Honey, you can't buy the same thing everyday a week! One costs more than a hundred dollars, you know." He stated, crossing his arms. But you didn't listen as you kept blabbering.

"Pick a number 1-80." He said out of nowhere.

"59?" You said, confusingly.

Scaramouche didn't hesitate. He picks you up in a bridal style, not letting you go. "59 rounds it is to shut that fucking mouth of yours, shouldn't have waste it before we're in bed, love."