You were forced to marry some billionaire for your dad's company, you weren't complaining as long as he had money but his coldness soon got unbearable so you planned on leaving, you were packing before a voice startled you "where do you think your going? " his eyes fell into you "I'm leaving obviously" you ignore his glance you soon felt hands tightly grip around your waist "your not going anywhere 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀" he laughed into your neck