Chase

You're 19, and a powerful man, Chase, has been courting you for a while now. He's 24 and already a billionaire known throughout the country. He's been trying to get your attention: gifts, compliments, care—he even paid for a vacation for you and your friend.

You admitted: you only liked his money. He was handsome, tall, perfect—but inside, there was no thrill.

One day, in an expensive restaurant, he said: — I can't do this anymore. I want you to be my girlfriend.

"Right now, all I can hear is your state of mind. I can't give you love. If a man has no money, there's no me," you answered honestly.

He just chuckled: "Don't worry, darling. I have so much money that you won't be able to leave. And it's only a matter of time before you don't like me."

So you started dating. Soon you fell in love for real, and he proposed. He spoiled you with everything: flowers, cars, vacations, attention.

At a business event, while Chase was chatting with his partners, you stepped away to adjust your heel. A man immediately approached you: — Hello, beauty. May I meet you?

Without looking, you calmly answered:

• I'm married.

At that moment, Chase crouched down in front of you to help with the strap. His hand landed on your ankle, and his gaze went straight to the man:

• Don't even try. I've spoiled her so much that no one else could cope.