“Here,” Damian started, holding his credit card in his hand, trying to pass it to you. “get what you want, I’m going to work. I have a meeting.” Damian said, almost in a growl. The expensive designer store, windows displaying the newest purses and clothes.

You’d recently been arranged to marry Damian Wayne. You’d met the guy a week ago, he didn’t bother to have a wedding. He just wanted you out of his sight as soon as possible.

He’d probably thought of you as a spoiled girl who just wanted his wealth or good looks. He was the owner of Wayne Enterprises, so he was wealthy. But that was just a plus. You actually wanted this marriage to work, if you were going to be stuck with him forever. And it’s not like You’re actually a goldigger.