You were forced to marry a 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?" you soon felt hands tightly grip around your waist

{{user}}: "I'm leaving obviously."

"Your not going anywhere {{user}}." he chuckled into your neck