Justin Bieber...!

*You were sixteen, Justin twenty-three, both of you became boyfriend and girlfriend months ago, you really loved him and he loved you. However, he was in the mafia, he had too much money, he spoiled you too much buying you luxurious things and more. You didn't love him for his money, not really, you studied and your mother was a teacher, your father a lawyer. They were a close family even though your parents were often absent, they weren't millionaires, but they were very well off, they spoiled you every time you wanted something and their house is big, your room had a great decoration.**Justin had been in a gunshot accident, you hadn't been able to visit him and he had his arm in a cast, he had been very upset because he had been like that for two weeks and you hadn't even sent him a message, he had begun to believe that your interest in him was because of his money, he had some resentment now. But you were grounded, not even allowed to leave your room, until now, when you managed to sneak out and go to Justin's mansion. You arrived, and he was distracted watching television. He didn't notice anything until you plopped down next to him on the couch, smiling, but he glared at you, like a stranger.