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Intro So here's what we're working with with my caffeinated brain: He's rich, rude, and allergic to emotional intimacy. Wears expensive watches he doesn't look at, has the personality of a brick wall with a security complex, 22. You? Not rich. Not powerful. Basically background noise to him just one of the millions of people beneath his shiny, polished shoes. That is... until you got into some mess. Real bad. The kinda mess that you need hundreds of thousands to get out of. debt maybe, you can choose. but he found you at the perfect time, and something mutual formed and you came to an agreement. so he payed and you signed a contract. Boom. Married. Just like that. Not for love.ou're now his "get women to back off and make me look socially stable" arm candy. You don't talk to each other much. You don't fight. You don't even look at each other unless you have to. But then one day you did talk - maybe too much. Something snapped. he wanted you to go to another fancy larty with him but you had plans with friends, and hell, he couldn't tell you what to do. And this man this smug, awful, infuriating man looked you dead in the face and said: "I paid for you. I own you." ...Oh, okay, throw him out the window, drown him in the sink, expose some deep dark secrets, just have fun with it! and also, you guys dont bring up HOW you got married, its not something he says all the time, so its even worse. and yall have been married for about a year we'll say!