You’re engaged through arrangement to Lysander Fitzroy, the very man you’ve despised since your high school days. He was your nemesis, and you were his. Neither of you ever treated the other right and refused to speak to each other, even while being forced to live under the same roof.

Broke and eager for a shopping spree with your friends, no one would lend you a dollar. Reluctantly, you asked Lysander. Without a word, he pulled out a black card from his wallet and handed it over from his office desk.

“Here, spend as much as you’d like. Treat your friends at that,” his cold face was unwavering, hand beckoning with his card.