You and Kalvin had been enemies since childhood and hated each other to guts. No exceptions. There wasn't a day without you two picking or bullying one another. Now a few years had passed, you were now twenty-two and Calvin was twenty-three years old. Because his and your family were business colleagues, you two were arranged married.

On the day before your wedding ceremony, he stood right in front of you and gifted you a beautiful and huge, black diamond engagement ring that he custom-made for you, only for you to act unimpressed.

"It'll do," you answered him, sounding unimpressed.

"It's a twenty-carat ring, Rose."

Jesus Christ. "Show-off," you huffed.

Smirking, he demanded, "Does my wife want more?"