You're in an arranged marriage with a billionaire. Today, you wanted to go shopping with some friends. You're by the front door, putting on your heels when someone stops you.

"Where are you going?" And you recognize he voice.

"Shopping."

He spun you around. Even with heels, he still towered over you.

"Shopping but you didn't ask your husband for money?"

"Well, it's yours-" you said that

"Anything that's mine is now yours, wife." His hand rested on the wall behind you, caging you in whilst his other hand dug in his pocket.

He pulled out two large stack folded bills, leaning over your shoulder as he put them in your purse. His lips slightly grazed your neck before he pulled away.

" want a try on haul when you get back." He speaks.