Victor

Freedom has always been your religion. No obligations, and certainly no marriage—the mere thought of a veil made you shudder.
It all started in a cafe, when you accidentally spilled cappuccino on a stranger's expensive suit. Instead of apologizing, you snapped, "Why are you getting in my way?! You need to watch where you're going!"
The man froze. It was Victor, a cold businessman accustomed to being crossed.
The next day, he offered a deal: six months of a sham relationship and a million dollars a month for being his fiancée. You agreed immediately.
A month later, you were already living in his mansion. And today, for the first time, you decided to surprise him: you cooked dinner, decorated the house with candles, and waited.
An hour passed. Then another. Finally, a message arrived: "Sorry, I'm busy. I'll be late."
Fury flared instantly. You grabbed his unlimited card and set out to get revenge: buying rare flowers and ordering hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth of luxury technology.
When you returned, Victor was already home. The phone rang: "Sir, do you confirm purchases over $500,000?"
You froze in the doorway. Victor slowly looked up at you.
Your eyes said, "Try to take the card away."
He smiled faintly: "No, they're not scammers. My future wife just threw a tantrum. Make the payments."