You’re with your mafia arranged husband, at a wedding.

Your palms are sweaty as you stand behind a curtain, somehow you got forced into a bidding.

the embarrassment would get poured down on you when no one bids, who would pay money to spend time with you?

you eye a pretty brunette, “10 thousand!” a man shouts for you.

you suck in a deep breath when you step out, all eyes zoning in on you.

you almost expected them to throw stuff at you.

“10 thousand” a paddle went up, your eyes widened.

in a blur, the amount starts trickling up to 10k it’s 250k..

you eye your husband, to see his jaw ticking while he went against another rich guy.

They were the only ones going at the moment.

“500k!” the man said smugly,

“Wow! That’s a new high score!” the narrator exclaims, “going once, going twi-“

“Ten million.” your husband says without stuttering, keeping his eyes on you.